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The next day Lincoln found himself pulling his truck in front of Grace’s two-story house.
He wasn’t sure how he ended up on what would now be considered the second date with her when he hadn’t realized they’d had a first.
She’d been quiet on the flight home and he thought maybe Egan had been wrong. But then the Grace that everyone knew and talked about in terms of being bold appeared and asked him to dinner.
He had to admit there was part of him that wanted to say no.
That knew the two of them had no future so why waste their time?
But the other part had Egan’s voice in his ear to get over it. That Grace wasn’t like that. No one in the Bond family was.
He didn’t believe it but didn’t want to put it to the test either.
Or maybe he had a slight bit of hope for something he was chasing and never could catch.
Did he want to set himself up for that kind of pain again?
Not really.
Yet his feet walked him right to the front door and up the porch where he rang the bell.
He wasn’t sure the type of house he was expecting.
Maybe something bigger and flashier than this was.
It was still a beautiful house. Nicer than anything he’d lived in, but it wasn’t billionaire-status housing.
But Grace would have a part of that fortune.
He knew beyond a doubt she had to have a trust fund like the rest of them.
“Hi,” she said, opening the door. “Come in.”
The scent of cooking food hit him hard and almost made him think of those cartoon characters that were lifted in the air by the cloud of aroma beckoning them toward the kitchen.
“Damn, it smells good in here.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Beef Wellington.”
“I know what that is,” he said. “Fancy.”
“Yes and no. Beef and pastry for the most part. I’ve got some green beans too. Didn’t know how you were about vegetables.”
“I eat just about anything,” he said. He’d never been fussy about food. “My parents have a small farm. My mother grows all sorts of vegetables and we’ve got some chickens and pigs.”
“I didn’t know that,” she said.
“That’s not their job. It’s just they live on farmland and my mother likes growing her own things.”
“I’d love to have fresh vegetables, but I don’t have the time nor the space for it.”
“I don’t know where my parents find the time either, but I guess it’s her hobby.”
“What do your parents do?” she asked. “If they aren’t farmers.”
He followed her through the front living room. It looked nice but didn’t have a TV in it so he was guessing it might not be used much.
There was an office on the other side. Down the hall he walked into a big open room. The house didn’t appear to be brand new, but it was nice and open and modern inside.
