She's coming around. After that night in her office, she took a couple of days off. She didn't tell him; therefore, when she didn't show for work for two days, he assumed her workload was to blame. On the third day, however, he thought differently.

First, he thought something was wrong with her, maybe she was sick. Then, he thought that it was because of him and what happened in her office, maybe he pushed her too far. Tired of worrying without any concrete facts, he decided to question Terri; he wasn't sure Jane would be completely honest with him if not forced. Terri told him that Jane was taking a few personal days. After much prodding, well not too much because, well, it's Terri, he found out that her reasoning wasn't him. The thing with Owen had really gotten to her and she really needed some time to get herself together. Grayson agreed.

That night in her office he'd been submerged under the murky crushing waters of Jane's emotions. He saw a glimpse of how taxing things had become for her. A part of him didn't want to believe that Jane was so affected over Owen, but he would be lying to himself to say that the silent tears shed on his shoulder hadn't changed that. She had continued to cry unabashed for near an hour.

He'd only felt as terrible when Deb died leaving him to face life without his soul mate. When Vanessa left him a jilted groom, he had been upset and embarrassed, sad even, but he in no way was as torn up as Jane is over Owen. Even though he's seen it firsthand, it doesn't mean he understands it. Maybe she loved, possibly loves, Owen more than he gives her credit for and for that reason he didn't bother her. He gave her the space he is certain she needed; however, he didn't stop prodding Terri for information about her well-being everyday she was absent.

He assumes his persistence is the reason the secretary offered him the details concerning Jane the moment he exited the elevator this morning. Terri informed him that Jane would be returning to work today. She also told him that some of Jane's cases had been given to Kim, while she would be handling the rest. Because of the time she had taken off, she would be in the office catching up. She'd even mentioned offhandedly that today would be a good day for lunch with a coworker. The woman must think she's some kind of spy on a mission because he knows that was her way of covertly suggesting he get lunch for Jane. Not that he needed that advice. If Jane is going to be trapped in her office all day, he's going to take every opportunity afforded to spend time with her, no matter how minuscule.

For most of the morning, he takes glances at her office, but never finds any change that would indicate that Jane has come in. The blinds are still shutting the world out and her door remains closed. He contemplates continuing his mini stakeout as he's done in the past, but thinks better of the idea. His work is piling up, and he should probably finish some of his reports. If she doesn't show, he'll visit her. He's given her enough time to be by herself. He can't go another day without seeing her, but for now, he'll just do what he gets paid to do, which is work.

Immersing himself in his work, he takes no notice of the time. He doesn't notice when Jane slips into her office. Doesn't notice that the sun has set and night has fallen. Not until, he takes a long overdue stretch before wrapping things up for the night. Stepping from his office, he finally notices that the lights are off in the building, except maybe a few, more importantly Jane's.

An idea pops into his mind causing him to turn back into his office. Once inside, he dials the Thai restaurant from down the block that delivers, and orders dinner for he and Jane. He's pretty sure she hasn't left her office because he would have certainly noticed if she had. So, he's pretty sure she probably hasn't eaten; thus, she must be starving. Perfect opportunity.

The food arrives slower than his patience can handle.

He's so tired of waiting.

When the food finally arrives, he situates everything on a cart he finds in the break area. He wheels the food to Jane's door foregoing the standard knock, instead opting for the simultaneous knock and enter.

She doesn't look up at his appearance. He surmises that she didn't even hear him knocking she's so engrossed in her duties. Her blazer is tossed on the couch, papers are strewn over her desk, and she's plowing through her files with rapt attention. A loving smile prances onto his lips; her dedication is one of the many things that draw him to her.

"Dinner."

She's caught off guard by his cavalier announcement. "Uh, oh!" Jane jumps tossing her pen in the air, frazzled.

His lips turn up. She's so beautiful.

"Grayson!" She releases a stressed sigh, "You scared me." Taking in the sight before her, she pushes away from her desk and saunters over to him. With a coy smile she questions, "What is this?"

"Thai."

"Smells good. What is it doing on a cart-resourceful aren't we-in my office?" she questions with a sly grin.

Grayson reciprocates with a shy grin as he answers her. "I haven't seen you leave your office all day. I didn't even know you were here until I was about to leave. So, I thought I'd bring you dinner."

An unreadable expression crosses Jane's face as her eyes fix on him. It causes worry to stir within him. Maybe she isn't ready for this. Maybe now isn't the time for him to try to weasel his way into her life. He should have known. He's about to retract his offer of company leaving her to the Thai and her work. Before he opens his mouth, her lips spread into her toothy smile and she spins around to clean her desk.

Jane seeing only her hands clearing her desk turns around with her hands on her hips. "What are you waiting for? The sooner we get all of these papers squared away the sooner we can eat. I completely forgot to eat lunch today."

The smile that merges onto his face stuns the woman standing in front of him. He can't tell it, but her heart flutters and she's sure her mouth is hanging open in awe. To hide her disposition she spins around and continues cleaning the desk alone.

Shortly, Grayson joins her placing papers in folders and folders in boxes and moving them to the floor behind her desk.

While they work at tidying their space, her eyes evade his almost perceptively. When his eyes seek out hers, she instantly turns away. He swears there's a faint pink hue to her cheeks. Chuckling to himself, he reaches around Jane, just barely touching her, to drop a few files on the floor. Her posture stiffens as his hand grazes her hip. He shouldn't; he knows, but he can't help it. He's gotten so little from her for the past couple of weeks, in the way of how she feels for him, that he needs the reassurance that her reactions to him instills.

Once they finish, Jane sits in the chair behind her desk as Grayson sits across from her in full view of her beautiful face. She's definitely blushing.

They pass out the food; when their done, Jane immediately indulges in the Thai. "Mmm…Thank you so much. This is the best." She frowns. "That or I'm severely food deprived."

Grayson chortles. "Maybe a little because it's good, but I wouldn't say it's the best."

In that moment their eyes meet. The first time since he walked into the room. There's a wanton glimmer in his eyes that holds onto her timorously impassioned gaze. A heavy silence descends upon the room encapsulating the two. For a time it's only them and their ineffable connection. Though he's as calm as he's ever been, he can see her chest rise and fall with each rushed intake of breath. It's in her eyes, the fear. Foremost. Also the want. He thinks.

She averts her gaze first, snapping their connection, too afraid of the way Grayson seems to be looking right through her.

He lowers his head in defeat then glances up at the side of her face. He inwardly begs her to turn around to face him. He needs her to know that he will only go as fast as she wants. It takes some time, but she cautiously faces him with a weak impression of a smile pressed on her lips. Grayson gives her a comforting smile that tells her everything he doesn't want to say. She responds with a look of relief and turns her focus to her food.

He's not going to push her. It wouldn't be fair.

The duration of the meal is filled with perfectly timed fleeting looks at each other. Grayson doesn't want to overwhelm her with overt, ogling stares; so, he settles with quick desirous glimpses when she's not surreptitiously flashing her beautiful browns at him. It's a compromise, but he loves every minute of it. He loves that she's warming up to him, if only a little. He loves that he knows there's a part of her that feels for him just as he does for her.

Every container is empty when the silence is finally broken.

"Thanks again for…this…it was nice." Jane is unsure of what this is or what it means. She is, however, grateful for his kindness, but she also hopes this doesn't give him the wrong idea and kick things into high gear.

Grayson quirks his mouth into a crooked grin. He can tell Jane is uncomfortable and maybe a little nervous. So, he tries to alleviate her tension by getting the focus off of them. "Your cases, I thought you'd lightened your load, but you seem just as busy as before." Not a great job of diverting the attention from them because the only thing he can think of now is her taking the extra cases to avoid him. The look in Jane's eyes tells him she's thinking the same, but she trudges on.

She giggles to herself, "Yeah, I did cut back, but there were so many that I felt I couldn't entrust to Kim. They're my typical wish and a prayer mixed with a little ingenuity, so, I know she would have killed me or Parker had she been saddled with them."

Grayson shakes his head wearing a relaxed smile. "Kim would have ripped Parker a new one and tried to burn you at the stake." A sliver of laughter slips from him. "You know, Kim can never get the upper hand on you. That's probably why she hates you so much."

Jane beams at him and tosses her shiny black-brown hair over her left shoulder, despite her remembering his and Kim's brief affair. "It's because I'm so fabulous." She giggles eying Grayson from across the desk.

Yes you are; he can't help but think. However, he doesn't say anything except to nod his head once in agreement. Speaking his mind would only deprive him of the gorgeous smile displayed across Jane's tempting lips directed at him. At him.

Conversation remains neutral throughout the night. They talk about his cases, about Stacy's pake business. Grayson helps her peruse her case files and reports for evidence and anything that can help reduce her workload in the near future. He likes the thought of that. Maybe that would mean more time for him. He hopes because that's all he can do; she doesn't seem ready. They're talking and she's not crying, for once, running away, or avoiding him. It's all he can ask for. So, he doesn't press. She'll come around. She's already coming around.

All in due time.