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 because 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

In the hallway, she ran right into

stepped into the private room earlier, and he'd been hanging

in wearing jeans and a white

too well. He went after beautiful women but tossed them aside once

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

face brightened with excitement. The thought of Grace's long, slender legs sent a rush

by the restrooms at the far end. Tell her to meet

the Farm Support Project leads are outside.

out. She had to pass the restrooms before getting to the third room

alcohol-lurched forward and grabbed her by the arms,

all night. Come on, give

the forehead

few steps, his face twisting with rage.

snarl and grabbed a fistful of Grace's hair, slamming her