But the self-appointed leader of the renovated Cold Plains community made no move to walk out. Instead, the man remained where he was, uncomfortably close to her. Carly instinctively braced herself for round two. “You know, your sister is coming along very well,” Grayson said. “She is going to be a fine addition to our peaceful, little community once she and Brice are finally married.” Every word out of Grayson’s mouth sounded so terribly wrong to her, especially this. After going through the motions of this charade she was forced to play for the past couple of months, if the man had said that the grass was green, she would have expected to look down and see that, instead of green, it was actually a shade of blue. Wanting desperately to point out how horribly patronizing and chauvinistic he sounded, Carly bit her tongue, swallowing the hot words that instantly rose to her lips. Instead, she forced herself to say what she knew Grayson was waiting to hear. “I haven’t had much time to talk with Mia,”
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