“That wasn’t all,” Grant drawled. He began to list some other things: Celeste’s internship with some environmental office in Tallahassee, her tenure at the learning center and recent departure. I only half-listened until he mentioned the recent marriage license application.
“What was that?” I snapped, trying to keep too much emotion from seeping into my voice. I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t allow Grant to know anything more about Celeste than he already did.
“Normal marriage application business,” Grant said. I heard the shuffle of papers. “Planning on getting married in Tallahassee later this month. Groom-to-be’s name is Benjamin Haul. Her name would be changed to Celeste Haul. Nothing remarkable.”
I took in a sharp breath. My wolf was practically quivering with rage just thinking of
