Greg walked into his and Alison's office. She was working on her computer. She had pulled a murder-suicide that turned ugly with the family and had to fill out a report. He set a cup of coffee down in front of her. She reached over, grabbing taking a sip. She looked over at him. Raising her eyebrow, looking at him.
"How did you know my coffee order." Greg walked over to his desk, leaning against it.
"I've been working with you for 4 months, and you get coffee almost every shift, how was I suppose to miss it." Alison blushed, turning back to her work.
"True, but here's a question how is it that we have shared an office for 4 months, and you have never mentioned that you wrote a book." Alison clicked her pen, pointing at his desk. Greg glanced behind him and started to laugh. He picked up the hardcover copy of his book. Alison spun the pen, gesturing him to turn it over. He did and saw his picture covering the back of it. "Imagine my surprise when I'm perusing the bookstore with my niece and nephews, and they run up to me asking if this is the Greg that came to dinner once. And there you were on the back of the book. She picked up her marshmallow gun and pointed it at him. "You better start talking, or I'm going to be processing your body." Greg shook his head.
"Take your best shot, Reagan." She shot one at him, and he caught it in his mouth.
"Gregory Hojem Sanders, how did you not mention you wrote a book on Las Vegas crime lords. To me, your own office mate." She pointed back at her bookcase at all of her true crime books. Greg gave her a crooked smile.
"Why don't I sign it for you, and we can move on in peace." Alison squinted her eyes.
"You think that I will just roll over at the offer of a pretty guys signature." Greg smiled, walking over to her.
"It works on all those reports you make me sign." Alison shot another marshmallow at him. He again caught it.
"Yeah, if it works so well, why do I keep coming back." Greg smiled, signing the book then handed it over to her.
"Because you like me." Alison took it rolling her eyes.
"No, I just don't want to get stuck with someone else in my office." Greg walked over to the door.
"Admit it, Alison, I make your life interesting." Alison open the book reading what he wrote.
"Hey, you signed this to my Grandfather." Greg looked back at her.
"If you want a signed copy for yourself, you'll have to ask nicely. Besides, Henry asked me for one the other day. Apparently, he read it when it first came out and didn't realize it when we met." Alison nodded. This was a book he would like.
"Fine, I'll give it to him." Greg laughed.
"No need to He invited me to dinner in exchange for next time I had I free Sunday." Alison's mouth dropped open as he walked away. Who was this man that walks into her life, and why was she so infatuated with him. She stuck her hand in her pock, grabbing the small item she keeps with her. Alison had never thought this would happen to her, and here she was tracing her finger over Greg's signature.