My mind jumped back six years.
Daniel’s backyard.
The string lights.
Grant making me laugh beside the grill.
Grant offering me a ride home.
Grant looking at the house and saying, Wow. This place has character.
“You arranged it?”
“I arranged the opportunity.”
I felt dizzy.
“You planned my marriage?”
“Grant was supposed to determine whether June still owned anything purchased with my father’s money.”
My chest tightened.
“And when he discovered I inherited the house?”
Vivian raised one shoulder.
“We adapted.”
The front door opened.
Grant walked in.
He
