All too late for his love

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“Aaron, you’ll find out soon. If they hit it off, they’ll be over here together in no time!” Moses reassured.

Aaron with a grin.

Turning to lan, Moses’s smile remained. “lan, when you’re with a lady, be a gentleman. And if I hear you’ve scared Ms. Sanford off with that cold demeanor of yours, you’ll have me to answer to!”

Though lan was nearly certain the blind date was with Willow, he grasped onto a faint hope and inquired, Grandpa, what’s the name of the woman I’m supposed to meet?”

Previously indifferent to her identity, lan now felt an urgent need to know.

“It’s Willow Sanford! Ms. Sanford is practically the nation’s sweetheart right now. With your ice–cold demeanor and aversion to women, you’re hardly a match for her.

“If I hadn’t practically begged Ms. Sanford to meet you, she wouldn’t have agreed to this date!”

So it really was Willow. Ian couldn’t hear anything else Moses said. All he could think about was getting to Gourmet Haven as fast as possible to tell Willow he was willing to go on this blind date.

Gourmet Haven!” lan commanded coldly as soon as he hung up the

was taken aback by the sudden

boss despised that shameless, conniving woman, and if she was being tormented by Duncan, Ian would

intentions, Eric

“Boss, Duncan is a real piece of work! Sending him over tonight was spot–on. Look, I didn’t even notice earlier, but

Haven early, spiking the teapot with God–knows–what. Bet he’s already sealed

deal with that woman.

boss, but ended up in bed with some sleazy old geezer. Ha, bet shell be gagging once it’s all said

his boss, the icy, unflappable lan, would just grunt in response. Instead, lan’s face went white as a sheet. He practically shouted, “What the hell did you just

it. The man standing before him, usually as emotionless as a brick wall, now wore an expression of pure panic and dread. Was this really the

demeanor. He managed to

car keys and stormed out of the office like a

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the biting wind cut through lan’s chest, he rolled down the car window, letting the icy air wash over him. Amidst the suffocating pain in his heart, the chill

to drive himself and pedal to the metal. What should’ve been an hour–long drive was

such speeds, clung dearly to the door handle. He was