Chapter 8
Dace looked gorgeous, Paul thought, and he kissed her until she was a bit flushed, and then he entwined his fingers in hers and they walked to the elevator and took it to the ground floor. “Enjoy your day?” he asked, smiling down at her. He caught a reflection of the two of them in the mirrored panel of the elevator. They looked good together, he thought. He was wearing a dark gray suit with a white shirt and a medium gray tie with some small print. His shoes were polished. And done. Men had it easy, he thought, which made it remarkable how many men got it wrong.
Dace was dressed in warm brown tones that made her glow. Either that or his kisses had. He had his hand on the small of her back.
“I especially like those earrings,” he said, leaning forward to examine them more close
