“I still have a job,” Ginny replied with a laugh. “I’m here for a dog-grooming conference. Also because it’s London. We still need to find you a dress, so drink up because that’s next on the agenda.”
Kate grimaced. She had meant to find a dress the last time she was in New York City but had had to turn right around and board another plane.
“Nothing between you and Grant?” Ginny asked, taking a sip of her drink. “I heard he’s doing a bit of flying back and forth to Europe himself. No clandestine hotel meet-ups in Copenhagen?”
“I haven’t been able to catch up with him,” she said. “He’s being really secretive.”
“Brandy’s tightening the noose on him, so she claims,” Ginny warned. “You better go after him.”
“Maybe I should let it go,” Kate said, tracing her finger through the condensation left on the tabletop. “I don’t know if we would even be right for each other.”
“You haven’t even given him a chance! Let him wine and dine you, and then let him slide on into home base, or has he already done that?” Ginny asked mischievously as a blush crept up Kate’s face.
“How was it?” Ginny asked, leaning forward. “Amazing?”
“Yes,” Kate admitted.
“When did it happen?”
“When didn’t it?”
“Ooh, so you’re firmly in the steady-hookup category.”
“Probably not the place you want to be,” Kate said with a frown.
“Nonsense,” Ginny said. “Now that he’s had a taste, he knows what he likes. Give him the first hit for free, then upcharge him once he’s addicted.”
“I don’t know if he’s addicted,” Kate said, finishing off the rest of her drink.
“If he’s had his way with you that many times, then yes, he is,” Ginny countered. “You need to reel him in before he switches to a lesser version.”
Chapter 52
Grant
True to Danielle’s word, she came through.
On the sweltering tarmac, Grant waited for Danielle and Luigi to disembark the plane. He was wearing his new suit, and he felt pretty sharp. He had left Brandy back in Europe—he didn’t need everyone in New Cardiff to know he was dealing with Danielle. Jack really would think he was a sociopath.
Danielle tried to hug him when she saw him, but he rebuffed her. She gave him an appraising look then motioned to his wrist. “Where is the famous watch?” she asked.
“Still in the shop,” he said and turned to walk to the waiting vehicle.
In the car, Grant went over his notes on the Ethiopian mining company they were meeting with.
“How do you know these people?” Grant asked Danielle.
“I went to finishing school with the daughter of the owner. This is his home,” Danielle said as the car pulled up in front of a large house.
Actually, it was more of a palace, Grant thought.
The servant opened the door when they approached, and Grant resisted the urge to gape. He had thought his father’s house was opulent, but it had nothing on this palace. The interior was decorated with colorful tapestries, lush plants, decadent flower arrangements, and an abundance of gold leaf. It was excessive. Grant forced himself to adopt a bored, jaded demeanor as he followed the servant to a seating area. Another servant brought tea to the table.
“You have to drink some,” Danielle told him. “It’s rude not to.”
Her friend from finishing school came in, and the two women hugged and kissed. Then an older man and a younger man appeared. Danielle made introductions, and a few hours later, Grant had the promises of a contract.
When they were back in the hotel, he asked Danielle, “Is this actually going to mean anything?”
