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Garrett looked across the table at Delia. She was so damn beautiful. Her honeyed hair fell in tousled waves over her shoulders, framing her face with loose curls. Her blue eyes made him want to dive in and forget himself. He tried to recall if he’d ever had a dinner date that didn’t involve business and came up with nothing. He only ever had dates to have a beautiful woman on his arm at business and social functions. Work ruled his life, including on the social plane.
Dinner with Delia had nothing to do with work. He was curious about her, a curiosity foreign to him. He wanted to know her. He was quickly coming to learn why she was so beloved to her friends and family. She was warm, kind, funny and went at life putting everyone else’s needs ahead of her own. He admired the hell out
