"I’ll go upstairs first to freshen up," Travis announced to the group.
Catherine moved to sit back down beside her mother, but Grace’s voice stopped her mid-motion.
"Catherine, go up with your husband," Grace directed with a warm but firm smile.
"P-pardon?" Catherine stammered.
"Keep him company. Hand him whatever he needs while he’s changing," Grace added, her eyes twinkling with a matchmaking gleam.
Catherine blinked, stunned by the request. She had no idea why Grace was pushing for this kind of intimacy, and to her dismay, her own mother seemed to be in total agreement.
"Go on, Catherine," her mother urged. "We’ll wait for you both down here."
Catherine glanced at Travis. His brow was furrowed as he stared back at her, his expression unreadable. She waited for him to object, to t
