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“That’s exciting,” said Rose. “May we ask why?”

“It’s business,” he said, making sure I understood his meaning. “That’s all.”

“Were you commissioned for something?”

“I’m an architect.”

“Remember I told you he designed this hotel, Aunt Rose,” I said, finding my voice.

“Well, it’s quite astonishing.” Rose smiled at him.

“Thank you.” He gave a modest nod.

“What are you creating for your new client?” she asked.

“Confidential, I’m afraid, but after it’s built, I can share some of the details.”

“A big building is hard to hide,” she said, amused.

“You’d be surprised.”

“Have you ever been asked to design something underground?” I asked.

“No comment.”

We all laughed at that, but I was intrigued, wanting to push for more, wondering if he’d been swept up in the billionaire bunker designing business.

“Sit down, Greyson,” Rose said confidently. “You’re meeting with us.”

He looked confused and so did I.

“Rose Cole,” she clarified.

Greyson narrowed his gaze on her. “R.C.C.”

“Yes, dear, do take a seat.”

This didn’t seem real, that of all the men she would invite it would behim.

Interestingly, her middle name was Charlie, my brain reminded me of this as my heartrate took off at the fact Rose had invited Greyson to lunch—with me, or us.

He remained standing, brows raised as though in denial this was happening. “You commissioned me?”

Hearing that made me stare at Rose.

She ignored his question. “You mentioned you couldn’t join me for lunch, but you were happy with coffee.”

“A quirk,” he admitted. “Or tea, probably a better choice.”

She smirked. “Greyson, I imagine you were nervous that your client might be…boring? Obnoxious? Tedious?”

Aunt was playing with him.

I decided to help Greyson. “You prefer meeting for coffee or tea, instead of lunch, because it feels more casual and doesn’t demand the commitment of a long meal.”

“Boring, obnoxious or tedious will do,” he threw in. “But that is not you. Mrs. Cole, it’s an honor. What you’ve achieved in the last century is extraordinary.”

“Are you trying to make me feel old?”