"I’ve heard so much about you, Dr. Turner. I’m Vivian," she said politely, reaching her hand out.
Michael instinctively went to shake her hand but pulled back abruptly just before touching her fingers.
Not today, Satan.
"Uh… Miss Grant, I know who you are. Please, come in." He stepped aside and opened the door for her, looking as gentlemanly as ever.
Vivian offered a soft “thank you” and walked inside calmly.
When she reached the living room, her eyes landed on an elderly man snoozing in front of the TV.
He was totally knocked out.
"Sorry, I thought you lived alone," she paused, stopping in her tracks.
"It’s fine," Michael chuckled. "That’s my grandpa. He’s got severe hearing loss—thunderstorms could rage outside, and he’d still sleep like a log. Please, have a se
