ELVIS
"Elvis, you've gone quiet."
Edward gave my shoulder a light tap.
"Sorry." I looked back at him. "I got distracted for a second. But tell me, why are you so convinced your son wants anything to do with my assistant? It could've been nothing more than a harmless glance."
I looked over again.
Hazel was crouched slightly, smiling as she spoke to Donald now, who seemed more interested in showing her the toy car in his hands than anything else.
"Edward, the boy needs time," I said. "Let him heal at his own pace."
He let out a sharp breath.
"Five years." He shook his head. "Five bloody years is long enough for a man to mourn."
His voice softened.
"I loved my daughter-in-law. God rest her soul. But I want my son to be happy again. I want him to love again. Is that too much for a f
