“I already do. So, don’t keep me in suspense. How was he?”
“Horrible. Arrogant, smart like Yoda, and cunning like Vader. Beautiful and not gay.”
“Did he say, Grace, I am your father?” Chloe asked in her best Vader voice, complete with loud breaths, before she chuckled.
“No, but if he’d said, come to daddy, I would have jumped on that train and pulled the whistle.”
“Oh, whoever he is, he sounds like fun.” Grace’s sister, Quinn, said walking up beside her as they both entered the building.
Grace slid her card key through the security panel to call the elevator. “Chloe, I’ll have to call you back. Quinn decided to live vicariously through me now that she’s married.”
“Lunch at eleven at Luigi’s?”
“Sounds fabulous.” Grace clicked her Bluetooth off.
“So who’s daddy and how big is his whistle?” Quinn asked, holding her round belly. She’d been married less than a year, and she was about to drop any day.
The elevator opened on their floor, saving Grace from having to explain. “Don’t you have a Highlander waiting at your house? Why are you here?”
“Ian is showing Collin the new house he bought and then meeting me here. Besides, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
“Missed what?” Grace asked, turning into her office. She paused in her tracks. Her sisters were sitting in the dark. Binoculars lined the desk. Her sisters had converged like a pack of virgins waiting fora first-hand account of the man’s snickerdoodle.
Grace flicked on her office light.
“Honey, if you needed a date, Cooper could have introduced you to a few of his friends,” Cara said, holding her belly while rising from Grace’s desk chair.
“Who had the vision?” Grace asked, sliding around her sisters who were crowding her office.
“Aunt Betty,” they all said at once.
“What did she see? What’s the verdict?”
Cara shared a look with Quinn and Harper with Becca. Grace could have heard a fairy’s wings flutter in the silence.
“Spill it,” Grace growled, placing a balled fist on her hip.
“Whatever you’re going to do, you need to cancel.” Cara clasped her fingers together in front of her.
“And never see him again,” Harper added.
“Ever,” Becca concurred.
This was the first time in her entire life the sisters had agreed, and with an amount of conviction that startled Grace. Would the sky fall? Would the heavens open and swallow them up whole? It couldn’t be that bad, right? “What about you, Quinn?”
Quinn had always been the more outspoken of Grace’s sister. She’d give heropinion whether the person wanted it or not. She’d been the reigning mayor of crazy town. If Quinn agreed with the others, that alone would have her second-guessing the arrangement.
“How hot was he?” Quinn asked, earning her a smack on the arm from Harper. “Oww.”
Grace lifted her brow and fought back the smile from her lips.
“Fine. I agree. There’s no way you’ll come out smelling like roses with Mr. Douche’s shady past. No matter how many times you partake in his supersized extra-large Italian sausage.”
Grace collapsed into her chair. “Well, crap.”
“Don’t worry, dear. We’ll take care of everything,” Cara announced as she left the room with her sisters in tow.
“Wait, what?” It took a minute for Cara’s words to register. Grace hurried around her desk to see her sisters getting on the elevator. She ran to stop them.
