Their conversation had consisted of him prompting her to tell him everything about her current life and her plans for her first year of college. As usual, he said nothing about his job. Grant was a great listener, and conversationalist, just as long as the conversation didn't steer towards his job. If it did, he'd promptly - and with finesse - flip the subject back to her and her plans. What had gotten her hopes up was the way he would look at her when he thought she didn't notice. It wasn't a look of an uncle's fondness for his niece. It was the look a man gave a woman he desired. His eyes would fill with hunger, and would occasionally dip to her cleavage or legs, but in the blink of an eye the hungry look would be gone and he'd be Uncle Grant once again. "So which country does the current girlfriend live in?" Nikki asked, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, while scooping a spoonful of her chocolate fudge sundae and popping it into her mouth. The family had a running joke that Grant had a girlfriend for each country he visited.
