I blinked and then stared. Thought I might be mistaken but there was no mistaking that hair or that brilliant smile. Flair and was that Grayson Oakes? Both of them were seated at a table, their knees touching. It looked intimate. Cozy. Their body language was relaxed, their hands gripping mugs of coffee. Flair looked, beautiful I thought hazily to myself. There was something about the way her eyes sparkled and her mouth curved that made the whole room seem as though it was lighting up. She wore professional-type clothes that clung to her frame, accentuated her delicious hips, and showed off the merest hint of cleavage that left you wanting to see more. Jealousy spurted through me. Grayson's eyes remained steadily fixed on Flair's face as he spoke and I wished I could be closer, in order to
