be right.”

“For Victor?”

I looked away. “For everyone.”

Her mouth tightened. “You always were too generous with that word.”

Victor stepped up beside us, all polished charm and bright teeth.

“Grandmother, you made it.”

“Did you think I’d miss my own grandson’s anniversary?”

“No. Of course not.”

His hand settled at my waist. To anyone watching, it might have continue reading …