Remember that," he grinned back at her."OK, Mr. Smarty, when are you going to properly ask me?" she challenged."After you and I have picked out a ring...that you like." Now you're talking. How about tomorrow?" She was determined to pin him down."Well, that might be a bit difficult. Both of us are working. How about Saturday morning?" He had obviously given some thought to this."OK. Saturday morning it is. Am I allowed to tell anyone we're engaged?" she asked in her still light mood."Absolutely. “Trust me, I know how to do these things.” She nodded.They were sitting in a conference room of the bank. Who were the they? Carlton Hanson, Lea Hanson, James Hightower, Bernard Costley J.D. Stella Perez bank manager; and there was one other man, Jesse Russo, the man’s lawyer for all of the last thirteen years.“That does it,” said Stella Perez. “The man’s rich, well, he will be when he signs the documents.”“Thank you Stella and you too Bernie for helping us out today,” said Carlton. “James here. ’ As the two of them sat down, Ophealia commented, ‘Oh, my feet are sore. Grayson, I want you to rub me please. Please?’ Grayson looked at Ophealia as a blush crept up on his face. Ophealia looked at Lance and the other outlaws, who were on the brink of laughing. Sir Reginald looked at her stoically, while Kyra just shrugged. Finally, Ophealia looked back at a still nonplussed Grayson and snapped, ‘Hey! Are you going to rub my feet or not?’ Grayson shook his head a bit and replied, ‘Um,. I didn’t want to just hang around doing nothing until Brad returned, the boat ride sounded like fun, and I was certainly capable of handling myself and not letting anything get out of control. Besides, what harm could come from enjoying his company for the day? The errands I had intended to complete were not urgent, so instead I stopped for a touch-up on my manicure and pedicure, then headed home to pack a few things and get showered and dressed for the day.As I stepped out of the shower, dried.