Page 93 of His Christmas Wife

“Evan, Evan. You would have never gotten married without telling me. You’re not that good at keeping secrets or hiding.”

Could be true. One time when he’d gotten in trouble at boarding school, he’d called home and confessed before the headmistress had the chance to.

“I can surmise that you didn’t want to marry Milena.”

He angled his head in agreement.

“So you found a woman of your own, which I always hoped would happen.” She paused, then, with a sage nod, added, “Kaylee is an excellent choice.”

“It wasn’t real. And she’s gone.”

“Why do you suppose that is?”

“How the hell do I know?” Frustration at the boiling point, he pushed back from the desk and strode to the window.

Then, dragging his hand through his hair, he faced his Gran again.

Though she regarded him, she said nothing.

“You should know. In every way possible, she told you after dinner at my house on Christmas Eve.”

The fuck?He scowled. “Did you two have a private conversation I know nothing about?”

“There was no need. It was apparent.”

He couldn’t have been more oblivious, and his grandmother had seen what was happening?

“She cares for you, Evan. Deeply.”

“I think you’re mistaken.”

“Am I?” Regarding him, she drank her coffee.

He folded his arms. “Go on.”

“You didn’t notice the way she looked at you?”

Sub to Dom, maybe. But with affection? That he wasn’t sure of.

“The gift she brought me.” She smiled. “Much as I love you, I’m aware of your shortcomings. It would never have occurred to you to suggest such a thing. Which means Kaylee did that all on her own.”

He didn’t even know a hostess gift existed.

“Shall I go on?”

“Kaylee doesn’t carry a designer purse. Or wear expensive clothes.”

“That’s shallow, Grandmother.”

“You misunderstand.” For the first time, she scowled at him. “Listen with two ears, young man, before I box them for you. I won’t tolerate your disrespect.”

He winced. “My apologies.”

A moment later, she nodded. “Consider the argument you two had about the ring.”

“You got me.” Frost returned to his seat—what was rightly Kaylee’s chair. “What do those things have to do with each other?”

“She’s so unlike anyone you’ve ever been linked with.”

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