Jack’s architectural firm was ensconced in a gorgeous old Savannah house, but the interior was strictly modern. I gave my name to the receptionist, and she immediately escorted me into his office. He must have really wanted to get it over with.
I knew Jack Piedmont was a good-looking guy, but up close, he was even more so. His green eyes went straight to mine and held my gaze as he shook my hand. Just the tiniest touch of gray threaded through the dark brown hair at his temples, and his handshake was warm and firm.
Quit checking out the mark, Vivian…
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