Grace’s POV
I woke up to the ringing of my bedside phone.
“Hello.” it wasn’t even morning yet. I wondered who was calling.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” James’s voice boomed over the telephone.
“Your Grace.” I was wide awake now. I sat up. “Your Grace, good morning,”.
“Hey, babe, no formalities between us. Call me James,” he chided.
“I am sorry, habit,” I apologized.
“No worries. I wanted to apologize for yesterday and everything that happened. I am truly sorry and next time I promise not to give actions you will misinterpret in the future,”.
“Apology accepted, Your Grace,” I smiled coyly.
“So, don’t I deserve an apology, too?” he asked after a pause.
“For what?” I rolled my eyes, feigning innocence.
“C’mon, Grace,” he sighed “You offended me so much yesterday and the onl
