Evan
Inside the party, friends and business associates patted my back. I shook hands and laughed at lame ball-and-chain jokes. When I found my grandfather, he gave me a tired smile.
“Time to leave the festivities for the younger generation,” he said, clamping a hand on my shoulder. “Good night, my boy. My car is waiting outside, so I’m going to say a few good-byes and then head out.” His gaze drifted past me, and he stared out the window to the balcony with an amused expression.
When I followed his line of sight, I spotted Charlotte wearing a smug expression, and then Rachel next to her, wearing that magnificent poker face.
“s**t,” I muttered as I moved to hurry to her side.
My grandfather’s cool, bony hand clamped onto my wrist, pinning me next to him. Perhaps he was still as healthy
