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pleasure to meet you.”
              She shook his
hand firmly. “Mr. Storm, the pleasure is all mine. Please have a seat.” She
unconsciously swallowed. Chase Storm was a handsome man. He had shoulder
length blond hair, bright blue eyes and a hot body.
              Blake had never
seen Chase so flustered. Before he married Emily, he was quite the skirt
chaser. Which, oddly enough, he ended up with nickname ‘Chaser’. He hoped Chase
wasn’t regressing to his former life.
              “May I have
something to drink?” Chase choked out as Grace started to sit.
              “Sure. Water,
soda or coffee?” she asked sweetly.
              “Water.
Thanks.”
              When she left
the room Chase slapped his hand on the maple table. “Has Rick ever met your
partner?”
              Blake’s
forehead wrinkled. “Yes, you know he’s met Max.”
              Chase shook his
head. “I mean Grace! Has he ever met her ?”
              “No, why?”
              “Because I
think she’s the woman he’s been looking for!” Chase whispered as Grace entered
the room.
          “I’m confused,” Blake muttered.
              “Confused about
what?” Grace inquired.
              “Ah, nothing,”
Chase replied smoothly. “Miss Ryan, I’m currently building homes in the far
south suburbs. These homes are each unique in their design and I’m looking to
make the inside design comparable.”
              “Do you have
sketches?” she asked, tucking a wayward strand of hair from her face.
              He pulled a
folder from his briefcase and handed it to her. He watched her eyes light up as
she viewed the different elevations of homes.
              She was lovely.
No doubt about it, Ricochet had decent taste in women. Her smile deepened
showing the dimples Rick accurately described earlier.
              “Mr. Storm,
these are lovely homes! I’m sure you have a waiting list of buyers,” she
stated.
              “Actually we
have a few. I think we’d have more if we could show them what the inside will
look like. That’s where Bewitching Designs comes in. I’ve read about you in
various magazines and newspapers and I’ve personally seen some of homes you’ve
designed. I think Storm Design Group and Bewitching Designs would complement
each other.”
              A pleasant
blush filled her cheeks. “Blake? Any thoughts?”
              He leafed
through the drawings and rubbed his jaw. “You want the insides to look
Victorian just as the outside, correct?”
                “Somewhat,”
Chase replied. “I’d like the first model house to be decked out in Victorian
furniture and aesthetics. The second will be decorated with modern furniture.”
              Grace nodded,
“Yes. As to not discourage the potential home buyer who isn’t into Victorian
furnishings.”
              Chase cocked
his head. “Correct, Miss Ryan.”
              A door chime
sounded. “I’m sorry, but that’s my next appointment,” Grace replied, standing.
              Chase stood and
shook her hand. “I hope we can do business together.”
              “Blake and I
will brainstorm and you should have some sketches by the end of the week.”
              “Excellent! It
was a pleasure to meet you,” he murmured as she walked to the door.
              “Back at ya, Mr. Storm.”
    *        *        *
     
              Chase spun
around and pinned Blake with a stare. “Tell me all about her.”
              Blake’s
eyebrows furrowed together. “What about Emily?”
              “Is she
married? Does she have a boyfriend?”
              “Aw, Chase. I
thought you loved her!” Blake shook his head sadly.
              “For
chrissakes! I’m not interested in