“Umph,” Grant complained, grabbing his stomach in fake alarm. Ter didn’t have time to reply because Grant’s phone chose that moment to ring. “I have to take this. It’s Sam. I’ll just step outside where it’s quieter,” Grant said and left while Ter scowled at him and whispered, “If you haven’t orchestrated this, I’ll eat an elephant.” Within a few minutes of seeing her, he was left alone with Ivy and for some reason, he felt awkward. She was nothing like the type of woman he usually went for and that surprised – and scared – the heck out of him. How was he supposed to deal with a woman who didn’t fawn over him like his groupies and probably had more brains than all of them combined? What brilliant things should he say to get her attention? He shouted over the music so she could hear him, “Can I buy you a drink? Please?” So much for being brilliant and unique, good job, Ter.
