Grayson POV
He hadn’t wanted to come back for the Christmas party. He’d been so sure it was over between him and Vivienne. The thought of facing her—of seeing her with Hayden or simply walking away—had been unbearable. But now, lying beside her, he was so damn glad he had come back.
The moment the hot sauce hit his tongue, he knew. He knew she’d forgiven him. And when she’d kissed him in a room full of judgmental stares and disapproving whispers, it was like the world had tilted on its axis. Never in his life had anyone chosen him the way Vivienne had.
She was everything.
The way she’d stood up to her family, and especially his grandfather... His chest tightened at the memory. His love for her swelled, but so did his anger toward his grandfather. How dare the old man talk to and about
