Regret Came Too Late

"Come on. Let's step outside. There's something I need to talk to you about," Ethan said.

Grace jerked her hand away from his.

Yancey's brow twitched, then his mouth curled into a smirk. "Liam filled me in. He said you've been all messed up over my wedding and that I should keep an eye on you. Grace, you're a grown adult. Can't you deal with this like everyone else?"

Grace drew a slow breath. Somehow, she could sense Ethan's eyes on her. They were not warm, just piercing-like he was studying her.

"Are you done? Don't flatter yourself. You think I'd lose it just because you're getting married? What kind of delusion is that?"

But Yancey was sure her recent behavior was just her being overwhelmed. Before she could react, he pulled her close by the waist.

"That's it. After your shift, we're going to see a psychiatrist," he said.

Grace snapped. She kneed him right where it hurt most.

Yancey hunched over in agony, his face going pale as he cried out, "Grace!"

only to freeze when her gaze met Ethan's. She had just made a scene with Yancey in front

Henderson, it wasn't intentional.

one else.

contact, his gaze lowering as he said,

sentence, but at least it was just the records room. She bobbed her

of the office, Grace headed straight for

was gone, only Ethan and Yancey remained in the office. Yancey, his face pale, pushed himself upright, still grasping for a way to take a jab at her. "Ethan, I'll take her to a psychiatrist later. She might actually be losing

on the documents before him and asked flatly, "You really think

same ridiculous thought surfaced again in Yancey's mind. Something in the question must have triggered

over the room, absolute and suffocating, like someone

himself to look at Ethan, whose presence felt crushing. But his pride

I failed her." He added, his fists clenching and his fingers trembling,

that Ethan had best keep

man. There was no way

to speak of Grace so crudely, but the bitter thoughts spilled out