Logan guides me toward a hallway. “Our room is this way.”
The bedroom is massive. King-sized bed, fireplace already lit, and windows overlooking the mountains. My luggage is arranged neatly by the closet next to Logan’s.
“Dinner’s at seven,” Logan says, checking his phone again. “Dress nice. Dad does formal dinners.”
“Logan, wait?—”
“I need to prep for this business talk with Dad. Chelsea needs files from the jet.” He kisses my forehead like I’m his sister. “See you at dinner, okay?”
He’s gone before I can even respond.
I stand in the middle of the gorgeous room, alone.
Through the window, I watch Kai and Chelsea walk through the snow toward another building. Her hand is on his arm. They’re both laughing.
I pull out my phone and call Robert. He answers on the second ring.
“Hi, Dad.”
“How did it go?” His voice is warm.
“I just got settled in. The estate is incredible.” I move closer to the window, keeping my voice low. “Grant, Donovan, and Kai are all here. Logan’s family seems…nice.”
“Perfect. You’re doing really great, sweetheart.” There’s satisfaction in his tone. “Once he proposes, you’ll have full access to the family. Then we can move forward with the next part of the plan.”
“I know.” My chest tightens. “I just hope he actually does it.”
“He will. You’ve been patient this long. Just keep playing the devoted girlfriend. Three weeks is plenty of time. We’re absolutely going to crush this.”
2
GRANT
Dinner isat seven sharp because I don’t tolerate lateness in business or in my own house.
I’m already in the dining room when they start trickling in. Donovan first, dressed like he just walked out of a board meeting. Dark slacks, crisp button-down, that perpetual look of mild disapproval he inherited from me.
He pours himself scotch without asking. “Logan’s bringing both of them?”
“Apparently.” I swirl whiskey in my glass, watching firelight dance through the amber. “His girlfriend and his assistant.”
“That’s bold.” Donovan settles into his chair. “Or stupid.”
“With Logan, it’s usually stupid.”
Kai strolls in next, platinum hair still damp from a shower. At least he changed into clean clothes. Black jeans, dark henley. He drops into a chair and props his boots on the table.
I don’t tell him to move them. He will once Logan arrives and starts performing.
“So what’s the girlfriend like?” Kai asks, studying his wine glass like it holds answers. “Besides gorgeous.”
“You met her four hours ago.”
“Yeah, but you always see things we miss.” He grins at me. “That’s why you’re the boss.”
“That’s why I’m your father.”
“Same thing in this family.”
