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The receptionist in the lobby area of the executive suite looks up with a smile as I approach her desk “Can I help you?”

“I’m Rafe Simmons,” I tell her “I’”

“Of course, Mr Si fro you right back when you arrived If you’ll follow me, please”

She leads me down a hall to Gray’s office, a luxurious space as traditionally styled as the rest of the suite The receptionist gives a short rap on the door but doesn’t wait for a response, merely pushes it open and steps inside to announce me

I’m stunned to see Gray on the floor in front of her desk, playing with a baby, who is chewing on a wooden block

Gray Brannon is a beautiful woeous, but it’s not what she’s typically known for Instead, she’s the first and only feue, a fored to lead the Cold Fury to back-to-back Cup chao

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised to see her on the floor, perfor life: oalie Ryker Evans—had the baby about eleven o

Gray looks up and grins at etic She’s not sorry that she’s on the floor with her kid rather than greeting me with a handshake “Hey, Rafe Come on in”

I step past the receptionist, who backs out but leaves the door open

“Sorry about this” Gray waves at herself and her baby—a little boy who s by to pick Milo up, but he’s running a few minutes late”

“No worries,” I reply with an easy s my hands in front ofis just a forh Gray and I have talked on the phone twice since I approached Dominik Carlson with my request to come to the Cold Fury