Saturday, 28th October, 4:53 PM
Saturday afternoon found Honey staring through the car window, her stomach performing gymnastics worthy of an Olympic gold medalist. She wouldn't find this so hard had their lives not been so messy and public.
"You're not heading to an execution chair," Grayson said, his hand squeezing her knee gently. "They're going to love you."
"Says the man who described his mother as 'formidable' and warned me I should be afraid one minute and tells me they're lovely the next." She shot him a sideways glance. "Forgive me if I'm a little nervous about meeting the woman who raised you. Your traits had to come from somewhere."
The car turned onto a tree-lined private drive, gravel crunching beneath the tires. Honey's heart rate kicked up another notch.
"I was joking.
