Regret Came Too Late

Grace froze, reeling a cold prickle crawl down her neck. Had she heard Simon right?

But then he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing murmur meant only for her. "You're not leaving. If you try, I'll make your life a living hell. Even Ethan won't be able to save you."

His eyes were pure ice. Grace knew anyone connected to Ethan wasn't someone to mess with. She stiffened, her mouth filling with the bitter taste of bile.

"Simon, you need to leave," Ethan cut in mercifully.

Simon leaned in, his words a quiet hiss against her ear. "Stay. If I find out you run,

I swear those legs won't hold you up the next time I see you."

Damn! He was a full-blown psycho!

Grace wanted to cuss him out and flip him off, but instinct kept her still. Instead, she forced a brittle smile and scrambled toward Ethan. "Mr. Henderson, please, let me stay and help. I'm great at waiting on people!"

Pride wasn't worth dying over.

Simon seemed pleased with her quick submission and gave a wave. "Ethan, I'm out. Got to go find myself a side piece tonight."

Otherwise, the Yules would drag him back to play breeding stallion. His father had been on his case for months.

Ethan remained silent, only turning after Simon was out of sight. "You can go too."

Grace wasn't about to take the risk and put on her most sycophantic grin. "Mr. Henderson, I swear I'm really good with people. Please, let me stick around."

crawl into a hole the moment the words left her mouth.

glancing back

"Nope. It's my idea."

past the point of embarrassment. So, she might as well go

mean head massage. It might knock you out cold. Just

his chest heaving slightly. That smile of his could

Grace pressed her lips together,

elevator, a faint

relief washed over Grace as

routine. The first stop was the study, where he immersed himself in paperwork. Grace stayed

chair and struggled to stay awake, her head nodding

closed the folder in his hands. "If

rumors said Ethan hadn't let any woman this close

I'm fine.

on the exhaustion in her face before he turned and

hurried after him. "Are you turning

gave a

the atmosphere heavy and intimidating. She knew a shower was

his leg injury, but she respected the