Regret Came Too Late

Grace didn't even look up from her phone.

Yancey snatched her phone right out of her hand, his chest rising and falling angrily. "Who are you so wrapped up talking to? I'm standing right here asking you a question. Are you blind or deaf? Someone was practically all over me!"

A flicker of annoyance crossed Grace's face. She held out her hand. "Give me my phone."

Her indifference only made Yancey feel worse, like he was the one running after her now. But he knew it had always been Grace chasing him. So, why did it feel so different this time?

Panic flared in his chest, but he brushed it off. Grace used to be so crazy about him that she was willing to throw herself into a river for his sake. Feelings like that didn't just disappear overnight. She was just playing hard to get.

Yancey smirked and held her phone just out of her reach. "I got to hand it to you, Grace. This new approach is solid. Who put you up to this? Because you've definitely gotten my attention."

Grace felt like she was going to be sick. How could he be this full of himself? She snatched her phone back.

A few women nearby watched the scene unfold, growing even more convinced that Grace had only gotten the job through connections.

The woman who had just been throwing herself at Yancey scoffed. "I don't even get just how is she better than me."

her family's loaded, and she's known Mr. Henderson since they were kids. That's why she keeps getting everything handed to her. Otherwise, she'd never stand a chance. Now that Mr.

hallway, she ran

the

woman who just walked in wearing jeans and a

too well. He went after beautiful women but tossed them aside once he got what he wanted. A sharp glint of

she's new. And she's broke. Just wave some cash in front of her and she'll do

Grace's long, slender legs sent a rush of heat through his

the restrooms at the far end. Tell her to meet

and tapped her knuckles on Grace's table. "Two of the Farm Support Project leads

She got up and walked out. She had to pass the restrooms before

Chester-reeking of alcohol-lurched forward and grabbed

be waiting all night. Come on,

the forehead

stumbled back a few steps, his face

a fistful of Grace's