Page 38 of Tempting God

Panic courses through me.

“Where’s Alessandro?” I ask Isa.

“Terrorizing the event planner, I’m sure.” Isa asks softly, “Are you okay?”

I shake my head, otherwise I might cry.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Does it…is it Grant?”

“That man is vile! How anyone is fooled by his ‘nice guy’ act is beyond me.”

She’s about to reply, but Hannah walks up and says, “Hi. What did I miss?”

It’s not that I don’t trust Hannah, but her husband, Brooks, is one of Grant’s best friends. Anything I say to her will probably get back to him.

“Nothing much.” I spin to face her. “But I get the feeling I missed something.”

I mean it, too. Moments ago, Hannah and Brooks Henderson entered the room, looking more in love than I thought possible.

Hannah’s cheeks turn pink. “I might be pregnant.”

“Congratulations! But what do you mean by might?”

She says, “I took a test, but I don’t want to get my hopes up until I see a doctor.”

“That makes sense. Does Brooks know?”

We all look at Brooks, who blows a kiss at Hannah.

“He knows.”

A dreamy sigh escapes before I can stop it. “I’m jealous. First Isa snags up Alessandro and then you get Brooks. Sometimes I feel like there aren’t any good guys left.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Little Fae,” a deep voice says from behind us. A voice I’d know anywhere… “There’s always me.”

I spin slowly, planting my hands on my hips. I didn’t even hear him approach, which means he likely didn’t find Alessandro. Thank god for that, because I really don’t want to have an awkward conversation with Alessandro…

I say, “I wouldn’t marry you, Grant Carter, if you were the last man alive.”

“Ah, see, I said nothing about marriage, but I like the way you think.” His gaze moves slowly down my body, making me hot all over. “I like it a lot.”

“Pig.”

He smiles. “Brat.”

The single word sends heat shooting through my body. Fuck. Why do I enjoy hearing him call me a brat?

“Get away from me. Now.”

His smile widens. “As you wish.”

He struts off, and I hate that I notice how good his butt looks as he walks away.

I exhale shakily. “I hate that man.”

Hannah bites her bottom lip and asks, “Greer, I have to ask. Is Grant an ex?”

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