“This is it, I think,” Sophie said, opening the door to the dark study and running her hand on the wall for the light switch. “Ooh…nice.”
“For some reason, I thought it would smell like cigar smoke in here when they called it a study,” Rance said looking around at the large comfortable office lined with floor to ceiling shelves stuffed with books, mostly having to do with law.
“Mr. Romanoff doesn’t smoke… that I know of,” Sophie said going to the leather sofa in the center of the room facing the fireplace, sitting down, kicking off her heels and curling her long legs under her. “Maybe it’s a memory of your grandfather’s study. You told me once that he smoked cigars.”
“Could be. That a new dress? Looks really good on you,” he said, nervously standing by the fireplace.
“I found it in my mom’s closet with the tags still on so I guess it’s new,” she said with a giggle. “Now come here and sit down!”
He smiled, sat down beside her and stared at her.
Sophie shook her head. “I still can’t get over your new look.”
“You don’t hate it?” he asked, tugging on his tie.