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I can’t blame her.
Honestly, I’ve never been happier my sister is so committed to waiting until marriage.
“Then it’s settled,” I say. “We keep our distance. We don’t acknowledge him. He won’t acknowledge us, and we live our best lives apart. The prick obviously never cared, anyway.”
“But he kept the letters...” Ros points out slowly.
Ugh, yeah.
He did.
Which raises another question that makes me shake my head.
“That’s what’s so weird to me. Mom, you gave those letters to Cora, right? So how did Mason Law wind up with them?”
“Mason Law?” Mom purses her lips. “I don’t rightly know, dear. I didn’t know him.”
“I do,” a voice says in a bearish growl at my back. My heart flutters. “Hi, Angela. It’s damn good to see you awake. Am I interrupting?”
I have to force myself to move slowly as I turn to face Grant.
He stands in the doorway in a full crisp uniform, handsome as ever in the trim lines of navy blue-black outlining the hard-cut of his figure underneath.
Mom brightens instantly.
I’d bet I’m wearing the same look, only ten times more intense.
“Grant!” she gushes. “Aren’t you a handsome sight? Have you proposed to my daughter yet while I was out?”
“Mom!” I cough. “You were out for a few weeks. Not ten years...”
“Not yet,” Grant answers bluntly.
Boom.
There go my insides again.
He’s just too good at scrambling them without even breaking a sweat.
Becausenot yetmeans that someday, he just might.
And he gives me a lazy, knowing smile, before sobering as he says, “Must be something in the air today setting things right. I’ve just been talking with Mr. Law and I’ve learned some things you ladies ought to know.”
27
ONE TRICK PONY (GRANT)
Idon’t think I’ve ever seen a sight more beautiful than all three Sanderson women together, happy, and whole.
Ros looks a hell of a lot more like herself after a stint in rehab.
Angela might as well have come back from the grave. There’s a second life infusing her with a radiance that seems too big for her rail-thin body.
And Ophelia—fuck.
My womanshineswhen she looks at me, her eyes overflowing with pure love.
Every morning, waking up next to her, I still have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.
