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Three

One assignment, for Tyler, was research for a company that was considering leasing space in a shopping center, there in San Antonio. For their client, Tyler was to examine the proposal for loopholes in the lease. He would study what it took to terminate the contract if that should be needed.

Tyler would find what remedies there were if the lessor didn’t keep the stated promises. He would see whether the lessor cleaned and repaired the rented areas. And he would find how the rental fees compared with what the other tenants in the center paid, and how the rents there compared to those at other shopping centers.

Not only rents were compared, but also the fees the lessor charged for advertising the shopping center and what advertising media he used. And Tyler was to check if the parking lot was also attractive, neat, cared for and repaired.

Tyler would not be the one to negotiate the contract. That would be done by other lawyers in the firm who had more business experience. But Tyler would sit in on those negotiations and learn how it was done.

He was still in the “gofer” category. Just about everything he was assigned to do was a...learning experience.

And for all such research, Tyler reported to his superior, Barbara Nelson, whom he tenaciously called Miss Nelson. He asked a whole lot of questions of his office buddy, Jamie Oliver. Jamie had been there longer.

And there were times when Jamie replied, “You’ll have to ask Barb.”

“How can you call her Barb so carelessly?”

And Jamie who rarely looked up from his papers replied, “She doesn’t see me.”

Thoughtfully, Tyler suggested, “It’s probably because she hasn’t the nerve to attack you. She yearns for you and dreams of you.”

“I wish.”

And with some compassion for the ignored office mate, Tyler said, “She probably tries to lure me just to get your attention.”

That made Jamie laugh. He even glanced up. His eyes were dancing with lights of amusement.

Tyler thought of Jamie and wondered why Miss Nelson didn’t see the man. Maybe it was because Jamie never looked up but was so engrossed in law that Miss Nelson thought Jamie didn’t see her.

Kindly, Tyler advised, “You ought to spend more time out at the water cooler.”

“The staff gets too friendly.”

Tyler blinked once. Then he replied, “You’re too selective.”

“Want a date with a friend of mine who admires you?” Jamie again glanced at Tyler!

Tyler sighed and shook his head as he went back to his own papers.

Jamie told Tyler, “See? You, too, are selective. Mattie would spread her knees for you by the water cooler, she’s so smitten.”

“Who is this...Mattie? I’ve never heard of her.”

“That’s how Barb is with me. She can’t see me.”

And kindly, Tyler told Jamie, “She’s too old for you.”

“Two years. I taught for four years before I went to law school.”

And Tyler gasped, “You’re over thirty?” His voice even squeaked up.

“Yep. I’ve crossed the Great Divide.”

“Holy Moses.”

And Jamie agreed. “It’s awesome.”

“Have you told Miss Nelson how old you are?”

“She probably likes her men young and fresh.”

“I’ve been married!”

Jamie grinned, closemouthed, and bit his lower lip. That was to stop himself from commenting. And he immediately went back to work. But he was still irritatingly amused because he gently coughed a couple of times to hide his snorts of laughter.

So Barbara called Tyler to her office. And he had no choice. He went like a cat going into dog territory. He was alert, intense and very formal.

He didn’t jump up onto the top of the bookcases. He didn’t even sit. He said, “Yes?” And he earned a folder and a pencil.

Tyler wore the fake eyeglasses he’d taken up just recently. He had perfect sight and the glasses were only regular glass. He thought they made him look more aloof, unapproachable and withdrawn.

He looked young.

Barbara smiled and said, “I’ll need the folder on the Bennett’s lease tomorrow. Are you finished with it?”

Tyler’s heart was in his mouth. She would ask him to stay after hours. She had a leather couch in her office. He was vulnerable. What would he say?

Barbara went on, “Molly can’t stay tonight, so you won’t have a typist available. As I recall, you have a computer at home? You can take the brief home and get it done there. I’ll come by between nine and ten and collect it then. Okay?”

She was going to come to his apartment! There was no out. Tyler very seriously nodded—once.

Barbara smiled and said, “See you then.” And she returned to the papers on her desk.