Once everything was settled, the three of us prepared to fly home, each in a separate private jet.
The main problem was that if I flew with Grant, Dylan would kick up a fuss. If I flew with Dylan, Grant wouldn't make a scene. He'd just stand there, rooted to the spot, with red-rimmed eyes.
'Grant is impossible. When tears would have helped, I couldn't have forced one out of him. Now he's turning on the waterworks for no reason, as though he wants to jinx every good thing coming his way.'
More than 10 hours later, we landed. My father and Owen had been waiting in the freezing wind for who knew how long. Their noses were red with cold when they saw the three of us together.
My father looked taken aback, but quickly recovered. Apparently, he was getting used to his new position.
He shook
