When he set out to claim Grace, he’d brimmed with confidence in his success to bring her to his side. Then, while he had her in his grip, he’d been even surer they were meant to be together. Now that she wasn’t here and was angry with him, his assurance that he had control over what was happening between them or where they were heading had diminished. It was taking a great deal of effort for him not to drive over to Frivolity and bring her back to his home so they could start the day differently. Of course he knew this wasn’t a realistic idea, but he’d keep it in mind because he was sure he’d be more in sync with everything if he could reach out and touch her. Stretching his legs, he put his bare feet up on the coffee table and leaned back into the couch. He stared blindly into the fire he built once Grace left with Alain. He didn’t want to think about not being there when she woke up. He didn’t want to miss loving her and watching the wonder of a new day brightens her eyes.
