TWENTY-FOUR
Everyone heard the drawing room door opening at the same time. All of the Granger women, the sisters and Grammie, turned in the direction of the sound.
Holden was the first to appear in the darkened hallway. He paused, noting the posse of women at the head of the library. Tension permeated the air. Each were poised to fight or defend, whatever the moment might call for.
“Keep walking, Abernathy.”
That deep warning came from a man Poppy couldn’t see. Still, she identified its owner in a heartbeat.
Rising from the window seat, her lips curled. “Listen to him, Holden,” Poppy said. “Unless you want him to give you a lesson on what it really is to truly love me.”
Holden’s lips thinned in a clear sign of him restraining his rage. He didn’t like to lose, not in business and not
