Acting like adults...

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After Annie put the mementos of their relationship on his desk and they both spent their usual coffee break being entirely too emotional for anyone who works at the Company, Clay decided to repack everything back in the box she brought them in. It took about thirty minutes, and excellent puzzle solving skills but it happened, and he planned to give

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Annie had planned to take the time during the drive to compose herself to ensure that she wouldn't fall apart at the slightest emotional outburst by either one of them. The strategy wasn't perfect, but it would have to do, especially since she knew it was hopeless when it came to Clayton Webb.

She loved him. She had for a long time, and if she had to pinpoint a time, it would go back to after that first weekend at Manderly. He'd been so concerned for her well-being, both mentally and physically, that she couldn't help feeling something, and when he hadn't made a move, she'd known he was a different breed of gentleman.

Their relationship played out in her mind as she drove and instead of being able to compose herself, she was more emotional than ever when she arrived. Sighing, she decided that the best thing to do was not show it. He'd always been able to read her, though, and she knew that, too

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The dinner he made was chicken over pasta with that same cream sauce he'd made the first time he cooked dinner for her. It'd become something of a comfort food staple for him and he hoped Annie would recognize it as that too.

Clay answered his door, and put his own smile on his face, glad she was willing to talk. After the way he treated her, he knew this was an opportunity that shouldn't be missed. "Hi."

He looked Annie over, and the smile was a little more genuine, "I like your blouse."

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Looking down at her shirt, Annie smiled and almost blushed. "Thank you. I remembered that you liked it, so I thought I'd just keep wearing it." Glancing past him into his condo, she asked, "Dinner smells great. Can I come in?"

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"Of course."

Clay stepped aside so Annie could come in, then shut and locked the door behind her. Her box of gifts was in his bedroom with her suits. The kitchen table was already set for two, complete with a bottle of wine in the middle.