Page 56 of Eleanor & Grey
My lips parted and I sat there, stunned.
Claire raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Eleanor?”
“I’m sorry, did you just say Greyson East?”
“Yes. Greyson East, the CEO of EastHouse Whiskey. I thought I mentioned that when you walked in.”
“No, you didn’t.”Oh my God.The breeze from the window somehow stopped, the ticking clock on the wall seemed to pause, and a wave of nausea hit me.
“Are you all right?” she asked. “Do you know him or something?”
I nodded slowly as every memory I had of a boy named Greyson East came rushing back to me. “At least I used to. It was ages ago, though.”
“Well, maybe that’s a good thing!” Claire remarked. “Hopefully it comes in handy. Now wait here while I go update Greyson. Then I’ll come back and grab you for the next step.”
She headed out of the room, and the ponds of sweat beneath my arm became oceans.
Greyson East.
Greyson-freaking-East!
He had kids—two girls, to be exact. A family.
He was a CEO!
I wondered what he looked like after all this time. I wondered if those grayish-blue eyes were still as striking as they had been. Did he have the same laugh? The same smile?
My heart pounded rapidly against my ribcage at just the thought of Greyson. When I looked back on the defining moments of my life, he was near the top of the list. He’d come into my life when I had needed him the most, and he’d leftsooner than I had hoped he would. Now I was supposed to walk into an office with him to interview for a nannying position for his children.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around that idea.
“He’s ready for you, Eleanor,” Claire said, peeking her head back into the room. She nodded me toward her, and I stood up, smoothing out my tight skirt. “And don’t worry, I left out your name. I thought it would be a pleasant surprise for him to see you.”
I hoped so.
She walked me down the hallway, and we turned into an actual library.
There was a library in this home, one with actual ladders. I was blown away by the concept. In my dream home, there would be a room just like this one.
“Good luck,” Claire whispered once I stepped inside, and then she left, closing the door behind her.
Greyson’s back was facing me as he stared out the window. He was wearing what looked like an expensive suit tailored to his body. His arms were massive, shoulders broad; he was much more built than he had been way back when. He stood straight with no curve to his body. His arms were crossed, and still he hadn’t moved an inch.
Had he heard me enter the room? Did he know I was there?
I just wanted to see those eyes.
I cleared my throat, feeling my body shake. “Well, this is crazy, right?” I choked out.
“Interviewing for a job?” he asked, his voice monotone.
“Yes—I mean, no. What I mean is... it’s crazy for us to cross paths again after all this time.” I took a step forward, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening. “It’s just crazy.”
“Do we know each other?” he questioned, still staringout the window, still sounding completely uninterested in my existence.
My gosh, Greyson. Just turn around.
“Grey, it’s me... Ellie.”
