Most of her Granny’s friends had preceded her to death and, well, the fewer thoughts about her family the better, perhaps. Managing to smile at a kind neighbor who had stopped by, Teirney felt bone-weary. She needed to sleep for days. She really had no idea how long Ian had stood waiting for her attention before she saw him. Before she could think better of it, she threw her arms around him. He wore a dark suit with a red tie and perfectly shined shoes, which glowed in the light of the sun flowing through the window. His presence was both so right and so completely foreign for her current circumstances. Teirney let go and stepped away. Ian released her, his hand immediately moving to his head to brush his hair away from his eyes, a nervous tick she had seen him do on occasion, mostly when he had to speak to reporters. Everything Ian did was so sexy, she doubted anyone else ever noticed the nerves which went along with his particular movement.
