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!"

body, only to freeze when her gaze met Ethan's. She had just made a scene with Yancey in front of the Hendersons. There was no way Ethan was fine

wasn't

no one else. Any excuse would

gaze lowering as he said, "Go clean the

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

of the office, Grace headed straight for Henderson Group's

still grasping for a way to take a jab at her. "Ethan, I'll take

him and

in the question must have triggered it. Before he could stop himself, the

room, absolute and suffocating, like someone had hit the

bring himself to look at Ethan, whose presence felt

her." He added, his fists clenching and his fingers trembling, "Ethan, you're visiting Eleanor today, aren't

as a pointed reminder that Ethan had best keep the Yule family's heiress, Eleanor,

hammered inexplicably in his chest. Ethan was Druville's most distinguished man.

but the bitter thoughts spilled out before he could