“My emotional scenes?”
“You know what I mean.”
No.
She actually did not.
Seraphina could not remember the last time Grant had seen enough emotion from her to call anything a scene.
Before she could answer, the front door opened.
High heels clicked against the foyer.
Delaney Cross entered wearing burgundy.
The dress fit tightly through her waist before falling in a dramatic sweep to the floor.
Her blond hair had been pinned into an elegant twist.
A diamond bracelet shone on her wrist.
Seraphina recognized it immediately.
She had seen the charge on Grant’s private credit-card statement.
$28,600.
Grant had claimed it was a gift for an important client.
Delaney walked directly toward him.
Not hesitantly.
Not professionally.
She slipped her arm through his.
“Ready?”
Grant smiled at her in a way he had not smiled at his wife in months.
Something inside Seraphina became very quiet.
“Grant,” she said.
