Grace
I flinched at the sudden voice behind me, my shoulders jerking up. Turning quickly, I froze when I saw a rather handsome man standing there with a polite smile.
For a second, my chest tightened.
Why did my mind immediately leap to Apollo? The voices weren’t even the same. This one was softer, and younger. But the way he said Miss Grace reminded me of how Apollo always used it.
“Miss Grace?” the stranger said again gently, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I blinked, staring at him like an i***t. He was young, and handsome. His curly hair caught under the glow of the streetlight, and, was it just me, or did he resemble Charles? My throat went dry.
“Oh, hello…” I managed, forcing a small smile.
He smiled back. “My name’s Jackson. I work in the sales department.”
“Grace,” I said,
