Page 194 of Dream Girl
Yeah, Grace wasn’t going anywhere.
Brennan took a bite of noodles and made a face. “Ooh, I forgot to ask for negative spicy.”
“Did you close on the estate?” I asked.
“Pending the final inspection. Terrance thinks it’s a mistake,” he added. “That an event venue won’t add to the brand portfolio and it won’t be profitable.”
“But you don’t think it’s a mistake–and that’s what’s important,” I told him.
While his business partner was good at the details, he wasn’t the visionary my husband was.
I looked towards the restaurant. Where was she? “Hey, she was playing Volkov when I came home.”
“Probably not as good as me.” He smirked.
I shrugged. Like I would know. “It was fast. We should bring her to concerts.”
“It’s still hard, having someone strange in my house. Not knowing much about her–and now not being sure if I should even ask, given how much she’s been through. Also, what danger could she bring to us?” he huffed.
“True. I worry about who might be after her. Should we up our security?” I asked. We had alarms and cameras, but we were due for a security audit.
“I’ll leave that to you and Wes.” He frowned and looked around. “Where did she go? She’s been gone awhile.”
It was a little amusing watching Brennan try to protect us from Grace, while his alpha instincts clearly wanted to protect her, too.
She came out holding a bowl to her chest, a smug look on her face as she sat down.
“What is that?” Brennan eyed the bowl.
“Fried ice cream.” Her eyes danced. “Want some?”
Brennan looked skeptical.
“Please.” I took a bite, the batter was hot and crispy, the inside cool and creamy, the chocolate sauce adding contrast.
He shook his head. “I’m not really into sweets.”
Grace dug into her dessert. She pushed the bowl back to him. “Sure you don’t want a bite?”
“Ooh, I want another.” I opened my mouth, and she fed me one.
“I guess.” Frowning, he took a small bite. His head cocked. “Huh. I like the outside.”
“You would,” I laughed.
We finished up and I paid. We weren’t charged for the ice cream.
“Come back soon,” one of the young servers waved at Grace.
“Can I drive home?” she asked me, holding Evan’s order, as we walked to my bike.
“When we get closer to home,” I climbed on. “Could you even get home from here?”
“Probably not. I should review the road rules here.” She pulled on her helmet and got on behind me, holding tight, like she belonged here.
While I wasn’t sure Grace belonged in my bed, she belonged with our pack. I just hoped that her past didn’t catch up to her and break everyone’s hearts.
Chapter Fifty-Six
