The clock strikes the hour, Eve and Grant pull their lips away from each other. Instantly missing the electric connection between them. Grant smiles as he places his forehead on hers, both of them are catching their breath.
“Guests will be arriving soon.” He takes ahold of her hands. “Come to the front of the house with me. I want you to be by my side when I greet them.”
Nervously she follows him. What has she agreed too? Eve tries to think if maybe there is a way out of this, but his hand holds hers tight. The warmth of his touch gives her just enough courage to continue.
Together they stand in the foyer, his arm is proudly around Eve’s waist. As if on cue, a line of fancy cars show up at the same moment. Out through the glass doors of the foyer, Eve can see Denison opening car doors
