"Good... you have guts. You really are Victor Sutton's daughter!" My father let out a hearty laugh. "But before that, I want you to come home first. There's someone I'd like you to meet."
When I went home and pushed open the front door, I heard my father's warm laugh mixed with another deep, steady male voice coming from the living room.
Beneath the crystal chandelier, my father sat playing chess with a young man.
"Dad, I'm home," I announced.
The man turned at the sound of my voice, and my breath caught.
He had dark, striking features, a strong, straight nose, and sharp, clean lines along his jaw.
"Grace, this is Sebastian Calderon from the Calderon Group," my father said with a smile. "A financial prodigy just back from Wall Street, now leading the Calderon Group's global operation
