Sorry We're Closed by Annie Seaton

Author:Annie Seaton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ghost, haunted house, vintage clothes, retro shop, friends to lovers, boss/employee, contemporary romance
Publisher: Annie Seaton
Published: 2018-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Greg watched as Ginny’s orange-painted nails picked at the tufts of balled cotton on the floral bedspread. What a strange night this was turning into. His plans had been to finish measuring up here, pick up a burger and chips and head back to the study in his apartment and do some more work on the plans of this house.

But if he was honest, it was much more interesting being locked in a bedroom with Ginny Silver. Everything about her fascinated him, including her comment about being alone being better than losing someone.

‘So, me?’ He looked up and held her gaze, again taken aback by how pretty she was. Even though her features were delicate there was a strength in her face, and after listening to her, he had more of an idea about what a strong woman she was.

She nodded. ‘Yes, you.’

‘Well, I hate so say it, but I come from a well-to-do family on the harbour. My father is an architect.’ He looked away. ‘If you ask him, he is the architect in the city. My mother is a socialite, who lunches.’ He turned his head back to look at her. ‘I had a brother, but he died a few years back.’

‘I’m sorry,’ she said softly, looking back at him. He lowered his eyes to her mouth. She had a habit of biting her bottom lip when she was uncomfortable; he’d noticed it several times already.

‘Thank you. I’ve moved on now, but my fiancée was with him in the car when it crashed. According to the post mortems they’d both been drinking, and to this day I still don’t know why they were out together at lunch time on a working day.’ Greg put his hands together and tapped his chin. ‘I know exactly what you mean by better to be alone, than lose someone. A lot less angst.’

Ginny put her head down and didn’t speak for a moment. ‘It must have been very hard for your family,’ she said after a few minutes had passed.

‘Not really.’ Greg knew his voice was cold, but the memory of those weeks and months was not pleasant, and one he hadn’t revisited for a long time. It was amazing how working hard could keep your mind occupied. ‘My mother dismissed it as an innocent lunch, and all my father wanted was for me to step into the business and take over Ryan’s role.’

‘He was a builder?’

‘No, he was an architect too. The same as me. It’s the profession that our father wanted us both to follow.’ Greg put his hands down and spread them out. ‘I did my degree in architecture, just like he wanted, but I also got a building apprenticeship at the same time, much to my parents’ disgust. Very Western Suburbs, I was told.’ He grinned as he remembered winding his mother up and put on her plummy tones. ‘Or at best lower North Shore.’

‘I’m still learning the geography of Sydney. I haven’t ventured far from Paddington and Randwick.

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