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The good looks were still there Now she wasn’t so flabbergasted she could see thehts of the hotel his handso

But there was so about that accent—that Scottish burr—that added so else to the mix When she’d first heard it—that fierceness—its tone of don’t ever crossin her shoes Now, there was a softness A warmth about the tone

He held out his arrey deliberately I liked the smoothness, sleekness and no-nonsense look of the hotel White would have been clinical Any other colour just a distraction that would age quickly Black and grey are pretty timeless colours’

‘If you can call them colours’

The waitress appeared and set down stea hot chocolates, adorned withspoons The aroma drifted up instantly After the coldness of outside the instant war

Finlay spooned soave a loud sigh ‘I’n selections’

Grace smiled and tried to catch some of her marshmallows before they melted ‘I bet they cost more money than I could earn in ten years’

He stopped stirring his hot chocolate and looked at her

She cringed Did she really mean to say that out loud?

The ether inside herShe took another quick sip of the hot chocolate in an atteency treath attention to herself already

‘Hoould you like to earn some more money?’

Too late She coughed and spluttered everywhere Did he really just say that?

As quickly as the words left hisstarted to laugh

He did The guy actually started laughing He leaned over and started giving her back a few slaps, trying to stop her choking He was shaking his head ‘I didn’tlike that It’s okay, Grace You don’t need to fake a ency and escape in an ambulance’

The choking started to subside and Finlay signalled over to one of the waitresses to bring so