Page 17 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Silver Fox

The problem is, this man has my heart in his pocket, and I don't know what to do about it.

Chapter 10

Sarah

It's Saturday morning and I'm all cried out. Thankfully, I organize my schedule so that I don't have to work on weekends unless there's an emergency. When I enter the kitchen, a pang of pain goes through me because I worked on this with Mitchell and until last night I was extremely happy with him and our relationship.

My doorbell rings, and I cringe because I really don't want to deal with anyone right now. When I open the door the last person I would imagine would be on the stoop is Meghan, Mitchell's daughter.

"Hi Sarah. I was wondering if you had a minute to talk with me."

"I don't know, Meghan. I'm in a weird place right now."

"I think I can help with that. Can I come in?"

I watch her as she keeps that smile on her face. I mean who is this happy in the mornings? Should I even be talking to her? She thinks I've been keeping her father away from their business.

"Okay, there's coffee. Are you interested?"

"That would be great."

I show her to the living room and she sits down on one of the chairs. I go to the kitchen and start the pot I have ready to percolate. I take out two cups and two little plates and check in my refrigerator to see if I've got any more of Mrs. Bates snickerdoodles.

I don't feel any regret at leaving Meghan waiting as the coffee starts to brew. I don't know how to talk to her. She's a businesswoman in charge of a big architectural firm that has billion dollar customers. I start to feel small, but then manage to keep myself from spiraling down.

I bring the food on a silver tray that was my grandma's favorite and place it on the coffee table in the living room. I pour the coffee and push it towards Mitchell's daughter. Should I say my piece first?

"I'm sorry I've kept your dad busy with my house. It happened so fast, and I truly believed he was a plumber."

"You don't have anything to feel sorry about. My dad explained how you two met. I think it's romantic."

"I don't know about that."

I look down into my cup and take a deep breath. I don't even know about this woman's mother. Is she still alive?

"My mother died when I was fifteen. Dad threw himself into work, but still managed to give me enough attention that I grew up right. He wasn't the same, though. He sort of hid inside himself and disappeared. I think that's why he was relieved when I took over the company."

"He no longer had to deal with clients face to face or have to lead the most important projects. He was missing something, though. And that something has come back since he met you. I've actually got a lot to thank you for."

"Your father has been very kind to me, but it bothers me that we started our relationship on a lie."

"Could it all have been a misunderstanding?"

"No, he knew I thought he was a plumber or a handyman at best. He did tell me he was an architect, but why would someone as successful as your father want to help someone like me?"

"You're not giving yourself enough credit there, Sarah. I spent last night talking to my dad, and he couldn't stop talking about you and how wonderful you are."

I blush at her candid words. I could come to like Meghan. She seems to be a straightforward person, which I really like.

"I think he's wonderful too."

"Will you come with me? I'd like to show you what my father built in the past thirty years."

I'm reluctant to go with her, but I'm also really curious about Mitchell's life and work.

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Meghan keeps up the conversation while she drives, and I wonder where we're going. Finally, we make our way to the downtown area of the city, and she points to a vast building.