The Unintended Groom. Debra Ullrick

to meet you, Mr. Kingsley,” Mr. Martin said.

      Two large, very masculine hands met in between them.

      From the corner of her eye, Abby noticed Zoé standing by the door with her hands clasped in front of her, looking around uncomfortably. “Thank you, Zoé. You can go now.” She sent her a smile, one filled with appreciation.

      Zoé relaxed and smiled. She turned and left the room with a scurry in her step.