Mindy’s blue-green eyes were full of questions, and maybe disappointment, too. He was okay with that. She’d taken him down many notches more than once. Let her know how much it hurt. “Okay. If you’ll sell me the Mercer Building for what you paid, I will bring you to her wedding.”
“And the rehearsal.”
“I’ll have to figure out how to play it with Sophie, but okay. The rehearsal, too.”
“For what I paid?”
“Yes. Not a penny more.”
“And as friends.”
She grumbled and plucked her handbag from the chair, hooking it on her arm. “If that’s what we’re shooting for, then yes. Friends.”
Sam got up to walk her out.
“I can find my way,” she shot at him.
“I know that. I just want to be sure you don’t steal anything on your way out.”
“Very funny.”
“Okay, then. You go ahead. I’ll just watch.” He leaned against the door frame, grinning to himself. Their impromptu meeting had been a win for him, especially the last part. He’d come off like a gentleman, when really he’d been after only a spectacular eyeful as Mindy walked away.