"I know my grandson, Melanie, and I have no doubt that you would find him attractive. But before you get ahead of yourself, take this into consideration..." With a deliberate motion, he slid the folder across the table toward her, a glint flickering in his eyes.
Melanie hesitated as her fingers hovered over the folder for a moment before finally picking it up. The moment she did, she regretted it. Damn it. She hadn't needed to see him like this. Honestly it was of no concern to her.
Schooling her expression into one of indifference, she methodically flipped through the first few photographs, taking in just enough to understand the intent behind them. Fine. So the man had a few... hundred relationships but whatever. Then, without hesitation, she snapped the folder shut and placed it back on the table with controlled decisiveness.
