Page 57 of Under His Touch

“I was loyal, son. I was very loyal to your grandmother. She was my everything.”

I sit up a little straighter. “You’ve been with a lot of women, Granddad.”

“I grieved for your grandmother for many years, Alec. But I knew she didn’t want me to spend the rest of my life alone. It was many, many years after she was gone that I started dating again.”

“Yeah, I guess I never really thought about that.”

“You have a lot of me in you, whether you believe that or not. So does Tate. Look how happy he and Summer are. They’re in it for the long haul. You’ll see.”

“They do seem happy.” A sound catches in my throat. “And Megan did say I remind her a lot of you. She said we have the same mannerisms.”

Granddad leans forward. “You don’t think you can be loyal?”

“Not really.”

“Let me ask you this. Have you slept with Sara?” I groan. In no way do I want to talk about my sex life with my ninety-year-old grandfather. “Answer me, son.”

“No, I didn’t sleep with Sara. She tried to get me into bed, but I pushed her away.”

His brows arch. “Even though she was your fiancée, you pushed her away.”

“Yeah.”

Cloudy blue eyes lock on mine. “Why do you think that is?”

I shake my head. “I just...it didn’t feel right.”

“Why didn’t it feel right?” he asks, and I wish he’d stop pushing.

“Granddad—”

“Answer the question, Alec.”

I briefly shut my eyes and take a deep breath. “Because I’m in love with Megan, and being with someone else felt wrong.”

“And there you have it,” he says, and leans back in his chair, a smirk on his face.

I mull that over for a moment. I couldn’t sleep with Sara, not after I’d had Megan in my bed. In fact, I made the decision to have a celibate marriage, because it felt wrong...disloyal to Megan.

Holy shit.

“Granddad...what have I done?”

“Nothing you can’t fix.”

I shake my head. “You’re so wrong about that. Megan must hate me. Did you see the tabloids, see what they’re saying about her and her business? Jesus, no one will ever hire her again. She has every right to hate me.”

“Yeah, you were quite the dense ass,” he says.

I scoff. “Why don’t you tell me what you really think?”

“All right I will.” He waves his hand toward the door. “Get up off the sofa, get out there and go fight for the woman you love.”

“How?”

“You’re a smart man, most times,” he says with a grin. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

I jump from the sofa, my heart and mind racing a million miles an hour. I need to make this right. I need to show Megan what she means to me. As an idea forms, I glance at Granddad. “I’m going to need your help.”

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