Though he wanted to show off the hotel to Colin, they didn’t linger in their room. Another call to his father’s private number bypassed Loretta this time, which meant he was in for the night. This was Grady’s best chance for an audience with Oliver. He wasn’t going to waste it.
He smiled when he saw Dalton in the lobby of his father’s building, holding it as the portly older man waddled from behind his desk to open the door for him. “I still have my key,” he said after they’d entered. “You didn’t have to get up.”
“Always trying to take my job away from me,” the doorman grumbled. It was all put on. Dalton had treated Grady more like a grandson than a tenant’s relative the entire time Oliver had lived at the Central Park property. He was the one who’d covered for a teenaged Grady when he’d
