“Umm… You might want me to risk it.” I pointed to my sister, who was smiling like a loon. “That’s my sister, Greer, who wants your sperm. I’m not sure you want to get out.”
Merrick chuckled. “This should be interesting.” He climbed out of the car and offered his hand to me.
Greer’s eyes sparkled as she watched the scene. I had no choice but to make the introduction. “Uh, Merrick, this is my sister, Greer. Greer, meet my boss, Merrick Crawford.”
The two of them shook, and Greer looked Merrick up and down. “You’re tall.”
He smiled politely.
“What, about six two?”
“Exactly. Very good guess.”
She nodded. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve met your grandmother. She’s a hoot.”
“That she is, indeed.”
I could see the wheels spinning in my sister’s head. “How old is she now? She and our grandmother were born the same year. So that must make her close to eighty?”
“Seventy-eight. But if she were seventy-nine and three-hundred-and-sixty-four days, I wouldn’t call her close to eighty to her face.”
Greer smiled. “Longevity in the family. You must have good genes. Any family history of severe illness?”
Oh my God. I shoved my sister toward the apartment building and waved behind me to Merrick. “We definitely need to run. Thanks again for the ride, boss.”
He chuckled.
Inside the lobby, I shook my head. “I cannot believe you just did that.”
“What?”
“Questioning him like he was a serious sperm-donor candidate. He’s my boss, Greer.”
“Sorry. I got carried away. He’s even better than you described, though. Those eyelashes. I pay eighty dollars a month, and mine aren’t nearly as full and dark. If I can’t have his sperm, you definitely should take some.”
“That’s not happening.”
“Really? Are you ignoring the way he looks at you?”
Lines creased between my brows. “What are you talking about?”
“I was around the man one minute, and I know he’s hot for you.”
“You’re crazy.”
I turned and looked back through the front door. Merrick was still standing outside the car watching me.
But that didn’t mean anything…right?