My mom called me at 2 a.m. and said I could come to my brother’s fiancée’s family dinner only if I kept my mouth shut. She warned me her father was a decorated colonel. Bu

didn’t want to.”

That silence was different.

It was no longer shock. It was recognition, slow and unwelcome.

Ethan rubbed both hands over his face. “Grace, I called you dramatic.”

“Yes.”

“I told Cassandra you liked making yourself the victim.”

“Yes.”

His eyes shone. “I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t ask.”

He flinched.

Cassandra pulled her hand away from his sleeve.continue reading …