Heat spreads over my body, fogging my vision. I’ve never once felt this close to ending someone.
“Let. Her. Go.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Rae
DANEWABASH’S HAND DROPSfrom my arm.
“Sit down,” Grant says, so threateningly calm that the hair all over my body stands up.
Oh. My. God.
“Sorry, man. Didn’t know you two were—”
The door beeps a few feet away, admitting Dorothy. “Dane? What a surprise.” She looks at the three of us, obviously gauging the situation before putting a strained smile on her lips. She’s giving Barbra Streisand when she puts out a hand, not for a shake, but for a queenlike clasp.
“Hey, Dotty, I was just—”
“Have you had breakfast?” Dorothy Gold lowers her glasses and narrows her sharp gaze on him, and oh, holy crap, she’s not Barbra; she is literally the Godfather when she says, “We’re going to breakfast.”
“I’m actually here to—”
“The investors’ meeting is in two weeks, Dane. We are not open for visitors today.”
“Listen. I own half this—”
“Need me to escort him out?” Grant cuts in, big and hard and scary in a way I’ve never seen him look.
What the hell is going on?
“I don’t know. Do I, Dane?” Dorothy asks the other man.
He looks from her to Grant, possibly sizing him up. The threat sizzling in the air between them makes me take a step back.
“I’m good.” He grins. “Breakfast with the mother-in-law sounds great.” He heads outside, holding the door open for Dorothy, and gives Grant a final stare before following her down the steps.
The second the door closes, I look at Grant. “What just happened?”
Grant shakes his head, breathing hard.
“You okay?” My hand lands on his chest, and he anchors it there with one of his.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Did he hurt you?”
“That’s her son-in-law?”
“Are you hurt, Rae?” He looks down at the wrist Dane Wabash grabbed. “Show me.”
I blink. “It’s fine. See?” I hold out my arm.
Grant takes my wrist gently, turns it over, and runs his fingers across my skin.
The second he sees the red mark, he spits out, “Goddamn it. I should’ve…”
