Brodie left her at her apartment without any promises of returning. Zara wasn’t worried. Their paths never diverged for long and sure enough after less than an hour of being back at home there was a knock on her front door.
With a smile, she shook her head and left the dinner table where she’d been sitting with her computer, and crossed to open the door.
“You chose not to pick—“ But her words stopped when she saw Grant McCormack on her doorstep instead of Brodie. “Grant, hi.”
“Hello, Zara. Can I come in?” Grant asked, standing as tall as ever, yet wearing a more humble expression than she’d ever seen him wear.
Hurrying back a step, she widened the gap to allow him inside. “Sure,” she said, hoping that someone at the manor was watching the camera and would prevent Brodie from coming bac
