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Greta bent over to tuck some papers away in one of the filing cabinets lining the wall behind her desk. Sage’s hip was perched on her desk. Swinging a leg in the air, she commented casually, “I have a few minutes before my next appointment.”
Rising, she saw Sage’s eyes twinkling with mirth. “Whistle’s appointment. Yum.”
“I take it you like the pretty boy.”
“Oh yeah! A pretty boy dressed up in biker gear is the best eye candy ever.”
“Yet you’ve sworn off bikers,” Sage hedged.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t drool.” Greta flicked through the files one by one. Whistle and she had established a routine of harmless flirting. “It’s not a secret. You’ve met my mom. I’m sure you got the general picture of my life before I went to college.”
“True, although she only gave me the bare bones. The r
