Gabriella
Niles peered around the doorframe leading to my office. Today, his hair was down, the way I liked it, the tips curling toward his chin. “Are we still on for lunch?"
I looked up from the notes I'd been reading at my desk and lifted my fingertips to my temples. “Do people still take two-martini lunches?"
My friend flashed a smile. “If we can't have a two-martini lunch, I'm game for drinks after work. I have two more nights of bachelorhood, and I'm not a fan." His eyebrows rose. “Or are you having another meeting?" He used air quotes for the last word.
I shook my head. “My only meeting today is with Millie in a few minutes. I was just brushing up on some of the things Damien and I discussed."
Niles's eyebrows danced. “So, there was discussion?"
The clock on the bottom of my
