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With all due respect, Grandma Ruth was getting on my nerves. I needed to concentrate on the upcoming conversation with Abigail's father because I didn't want to give Cameron any chance professionally. Or personally.

"Did you hear me? Everything goes to Cameron if you don't get engaged!"

Cameron.

Cameron.

Cameron.

Always Cameron.

That idiot.

He had once taken what was near and dear to me, and now he was supposed to get everything?

Not a chance!

I took a deep breath. "I can't get engaged, Grandma. Because I already am. I was planning to announce this great news in a few weeks, so as not to steal Cameron's thunder at his wedding. But since you're putting so much emphasis on it, I'll confide in you now."

There.

That should keep my grandmother quiet. As for the "fiancée" I didn't have, I'd figure something out later.

"Oh, how wonderful, Carter. I knew you were ready to grow up." My grandmother sounded delighted.

Ready? Forced! And anyway, since when did having a woman make you an adult?

"I'll tell Cameron and your parents right away that you'll be bringing a very special guest next week."

WHAT?

I had to prevent this.

Sooner or later, I'd have to solve this problem, but not now. Not this week. I needed time to think.

"Cameron won't like it if I steal his thunder," I tried to wriggle out of the mess and buy some time. "You can meet my fiancée later."

"That's out of the question. We're looking forward to meeting her. And I'll talk to your brother, he won't mind."

I groaned inwardly.

Damn it.

I had only wanted to get rid of my grandmother. Instead, I now had one more problem.

One thing at a time, Carter. First, you need to take care of the appointment with Donovan Hayden Ellesmere. Then you can figure out how to get out of this fiancée situation.

"I have to go now," I said curtly.

"Of course, Carter, I didn't mean to hold you up. I'm looking forward to meeting her next week and seeing you both." With these words, my grandmother ended the conversation.

HER.

YOU BOTH.

Damn it all, couldn't I do anything today without some women getting involved and influencing how everything unfolded? Abigail. My grandmother. And soon possibly my imaginary fiancée too.

I sighed.

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