Thackery’s hand was warm and papery. Firm without being overpowering. “It’s good to meet you too, miss Hawthorne.”
I gestured to the seat across from mine, sliding into my own. “Can I interest you in some tea? Or coffee, perhaps.” The smell of fresh coffee lingered in my cup, though I’d already drained it. “Grayson just got in an Ecuadorian blend that’s to die for.”
“Tea would be lovely. Earl grey, if you have it.” Thackery folded himself into the chair, popping his worn leather messenger bag into his lap and wiggling his glasses back up his nose. He smiled, showing off pearly dentures. “Can’t do coffee these days, sets the old ticker racing for days.”
I nodded towards the girl hovering in the doorway. “Thank you, Jaqueline.”
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