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overlong, then bobbed her head. “Is the meeting over, then?”
Agatha tipped back on her old tired heels. She had never seen Grace flustered, but right now, she was bright red and rattling nonsense. “Of course it’s not over. We weren’t even able to begin without you here.”
“Oh?”
“We were going to discuss the business aspects of the wedding.”
Grace blinked. “What wedding?”
Agatha tapped one foot. “Noah’s.”
“But…I understood that the ceremony has been canceled.”
Kara drew in a shuddering breath and Agatha patted the hand still on her shoulder. “There are some things that have to be resolved, Grace. But I have no idea where you have the legal files in my computer.”
“Oh.”
“Will you quit saying that!” Agatha snapped.
“Grace?” Jorge stepped forward. His handsome face was stiff with concern. “Are you all right?”
Agatha realized they now surrounded her, and Grace didn’t like it. Her chin lifted and she crossed her arms over her ample bosom. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you.” She made to move around them. “I’ll just open those files right now.”
“No point,” Jorge said, watching her closely. “At least not until we know if the wedding is truly canceled or not.”
And then, from the doorway, a rough-edged voice intruded. “The wedding is definitely off.”
Everyone whirled to face Noah. Agatha felt a mixture of supreme annoyance and grudging pride. Noah wouldn’t hide from animosity. Noah didn’t hide from anyone.
After all, he was her grandson.
“What are you doing here?” Agatha asked, even as Hillary put a protective arm around her daughter.
In a flash, Grace was at Noah’s side. Or rather, she stood in front of him.
Agatha’s brows lifted. “Grace?”
“He brought me here. Remember, I said my car broke down?”
Jorge looked between the two of them in confusion. “And you called him rather than Triple A?”
“Last night?” Hillary clarified, and there was a load of speculation creeping into her tone.
Noah shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned into the door frame. He looked at Grace, from all appearances as curious about her reply as the rest of them.
Grace stiffened. “I went to see Noah last night.”
The silence in the room was so thick, Agatha almost choked on it.
Grace forged on. “My car broke down a few blocks from his place and I got soaked getting there.”
Kara held herself protectively and walked away to a window, staring out at the sunny afternoon sky. Agatha noticed that Noah’s gaze never wavered from Grace; he was oblivious to Kara and her upset. Just as he appeared oblivious to her parents. All his attention, all his focus, was on Grace.
It was almost…intimate, the intensity with which he watched her secretary.
“My God.” Agatha looked at them both, then narrowed her gaze on her grandson as everything became crystal clear. Mortification and outrage struck her hard. “This is too much, Noah! Far, far too much.”
Lazily, he looked away from Grace to meet her insinuation. But before he could say anything, Grace took an aggressive step forward.
“Don’t accuse him of anything!”
There was nothing diplomatic in Grace’s tone this time. Aghast, Agatha said, “You’re denying you spent the night with him?”
Grace pinched her lips together. Both Hillary and Jorge stiffened. Kara turned to face them, her eyes rounded.
“Look at you,” Agatha continued, determined to take charge of the awkward situation. “You haven’t even brushed your hair. And your clothes look as if they spent the night on the floor.”
Noah made a sound, but amazingly enough Grace raised a hand to quiet him. He grinned—the rogue—and fell silent.
Through her teeth, Grace said, “I did spend the night, yes.”
Everyone spoke at once, Jorge furious, Hillary scandalized, Kara whining.
Agatha shouted, “Enough.” She glared her discontent at Noah, and in a quieter but no less furious tone, she said, “That’s
Agatha tipped back on her old tired heels. She had never seen Grace flustered, but right now, she was bright red and rattling nonsense. “Of course it’s not over. We weren’t even able to begin without you here.”
“Oh?”
“We were going to discuss the business aspects of the wedding.”
Grace blinked. “What wedding?”
Agatha tapped one foot. “Noah’s.”
“But…I understood that the ceremony has been canceled.”
Kara drew in a shuddering breath and Agatha patted the hand still on her shoulder. “There are some things that have to be resolved, Grace. But I have no idea where you have the legal files in my computer.”
“Oh.”
“Will you quit saying that!” Agatha snapped.
“Grace?” Jorge stepped forward. His handsome face was stiff with concern. “Are you all right?”
Agatha realized they now surrounded her, and Grace didn’t like it. Her chin lifted and she crossed her arms over her ample bosom. “I’m perfectly fine, thank you.” She made to move around them. “I’ll just open those files right now.”
“No point,” Jorge said, watching her closely. “At least not until we know if the wedding is truly canceled or not.”
And then, from the doorway, a rough-edged voice intruded. “The wedding is definitely off.”
Everyone whirled to face Noah. Agatha felt a mixture of supreme annoyance and grudging pride. Noah wouldn’t hide from animosity. Noah didn’t hide from anyone.
After all, he was her grandson.
“What are you doing here?” Agatha asked, even as Hillary put a protective arm around her daughter.
In a flash, Grace was at Noah’s side. Or rather, she stood in front of him.
Agatha’s brows lifted. “Grace?”
“He brought me here. Remember, I said my car broke down?”
Jorge looked between the two of them in confusion. “And you called him rather than Triple A?”
“Last night?” Hillary clarified, and there was a load of speculation creeping into her tone.
Noah shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned into the door frame. He looked at Grace, from all appearances as curious about her reply as the rest of them.
Grace stiffened. “I went to see Noah last night.”
The silence in the room was so thick, Agatha almost choked on it.
Grace forged on. “My car broke down a few blocks from his place and I got soaked getting there.”
Kara held herself protectively and walked away to a window, staring out at the sunny afternoon sky. Agatha noticed that Noah’s gaze never wavered from Grace; he was oblivious to Kara and her upset. Just as he appeared oblivious to her parents. All his attention, all his focus, was on Grace.
It was almost…intimate, the intensity with which he watched her secretary.
“My God.” Agatha looked at them both, then narrowed her gaze on her grandson as everything became crystal clear. Mortification and outrage struck her hard. “This is too much, Noah! Far, far too much.”
Lazily, he looked away from Grace to meet her insinuation. But before he could say anything, Grace took an aggressive step forward.
“Don’t accuse him of anything!”
There was nothing diplomatic in Grace’s tone this time. Aghast, Agatha said, “You’re denying you spent the night with him?”
Grace pinched her lips together. Both Hillary and Jorge stiffened. Kara turned to face them, her eyes rounded.
“Look at you,” Agatha continued, determined to take charge of the awkward situation. “You haven’t even brushed your hair. And your clothes look as if they spent the night on the floor.”
Noah made a sound, but amazingly enough Grace raised a hand to quiet him. He grinned—the rogue—and fell silent.
Through her teeth, Grace said, “I did spend the night, yes.”
Everyone spoke at once, Jorge furious, Hillary scandalized, Kara whining.
Agatha shouted, “Enough.” She glared her discontent at Noah, and in a quieter but no less furious tone, she said, “That’s
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