The Other Brother

'You're just not with me, Kathryn.'
Hurriedly Kathryn straightened the small smile that hovered on her prettily shaped mouth. 'Sorry, Mr Kingers-by,' she offered, while trying to recall what it was they had been doing before her thoughts had taken off to dream of what was to happen a week tomorrow.
'I wonder what it is you find far more thought absorbing than the celebrations of fifty years of Kingersby International we were discussing?'
Quickly she brought her mind back to the jubilee to be celebrated in a couple of months' time—then saw the twinkle in his faded blue eyes and recognised that she was in for some more of his teasing. She saw. from the way he was trying to repress a smile that he wasn't really cross with her for not paying attention. And because she was so happy anyway, she just had to let her own smile break; her smile was answer enough. He had been pulling her leg now in a nice way all week. She guessed next week would be no different.
'It couldn't be anything to do with the fact that that rascally nephew of mine has charmed his way into the heart of the prettiest secretary I've ever had, could it?' he went on.
'Er—it could be,' she tried to say demurely. But such was her happiness, she couldn't keep her smile from turning into a grin.