Only on His Terms. Elizabeth Bevarly
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Название: Only on His Terms
Автор: Elizabeth Bevarly
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474003483
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“It is a good morning,” his mother replied. “I slept so much better last night, thanks to Gracie.”
Gracie, Harrison repeated to himself. His mother had tossed out the diminutive three times now. It was the sort of nickname any self-respecting girl next door would invite her new best friends to use. Great. His mother had fallen under her spell, too.
“You missed a wonderful dinner last night,” she added. “Gracie is giving us the Park Avenue penthouse and everything in it, too. She’s already called Mr. Tarrant about it. Isn’t that nice of her?”
Harrison’s gaze flew to Grace, who was gazing back at him uncomfortably.
“Really,” he said flatly.
His tone must have illustrated his skepticism, because Grace dropped her gaze to the fingers she’d tangled nervously atop the table. The plate beside them held the remnants of a nearly untouched breakfast. In spite of her having looked like she was enjoying herself with his mother, she was clearly uneasy.
“It’s the right thing to do,” she said, still avoiding his gaze. “Harry would have wanted his family to keep the places they call home.”
“The right thing to do,” Harrison told her, “would be to return everything my father left you to the family who should have inherited it in the first place.”
That comment, finally, made Grace look up. “Harry wanted me to give his money to worthy causes,” she said. “And that’s what I’m going to do.”
“When?” Harrison asked.
“As soon as I get back to Seattle. I want to meet with a financial consultant first. I have no idea what to do at this point.”
Of course she wanted to meet with a financial consultant. She needed to find out how to bury that much money so deep in numbered and offshore accounts that no one would be able to find it after the new appeal ruled in the Sages’ favor. Which reminded him...
Harrison turned to his mother. “I spoke with our attorney this morning. He’s hired the private detective we talked about, to explore this new...avenue.”
Vivian said nothing, only lifted the coffeepot to pour Harrison a cup. Grace, however, did reply.
“You’re wasting your money,” she said. “Not only is this...new avenue...pointless, but I’ll be happy to tell you anything you want to know about me.”
He studied her again—the dark, candid eyes, the bloom of color on her cheeks, the softly parted lips. She looked the same way she had yesterday when she first caught his eye, the moment she walked into the library. He couldn’t remember ever reacting to a woman with the immediacy and intensity he had when he’d met her. He had no idea why. There had just been...something...about her. Something that set her apart from everyone else in the room.
At the time, he’d told himself it was because she wasn’t like anyone else in the room. His joke about the pack of bloodthirsty jackals hadn’t really been much of a joke. That room had been filled with predators yesterday, which anyone who’d spent time with Park Avenue lawyers and socialites could attest to. And Grace Sumner had walked right into them like a dreamy-eyed gazelle who hadn’t a clue how rapacious they could be. It was that trusting aspect that had gotten to him, he realized now. Something in that first moment he saw her had made him feel as if he could trust her, too.
And trust was something Harrison hadn’t felt for a very long time. Maybe he never had. Yet there she had been, making him feel that way without ever saying a word. Now that he knew who she really was...
Well, that was where things got even weirder. Because even knowing who Grace Sumner really was, he still found himself wishing he could trust her.
He quickly reviewed what he’d discovered about her on his own by typing her name into a search engine. Although she had accounts at the usual social networking sites, she kept her settings on private. He’d been able to glean a few facts, though. That she lived in Seattle and had for a year and a half. That before that, she’d lived in Cincinnati, where she grew up. He knew she’d been working as a waitress for some time, that she was attending college with an early childhood education major—always good to have a fallback in case conning old men didn’t work out—and that she never commented publicly or posted duck-face selfies.
It bothered him that her behavior, both online and now in person, didn’t jibe with any of his preconceived ideas about her. An opportunistic gold digger would be a braying attention-grabber, too, wouldn’t she? Then he reminded himself she was a con artist. Right? Of course she was. Naturally, she would keep her true self under wraps. That way, she could turn herself into whatever she needed to be for any given mark. Like, say, a dreamy-eyed gazelle who made a mistrustful person feel as if he could trust her.
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