Papers littered his desk.He looked up, blinked as if just realizing she was there.“Where are you off to?” he asked, his gaze running over her.She shook her head. “I just told you. You weren’t listening.”Shifting, the leather of his chair creaked as he reached out and pulled her closer.“Sorry, I’m looking over these ventures.” His gaze turned back to the papers and he raked a hand through his hair. “Something isn’t right.”“What?”He waved her off, returning his attention to her. “Never mind me. Rayne and Nickolas are coming over in about an hour. They may be here this evening for dinner and so might another man. Sir Taber. You met him several months ago.”She smiled. “Mr. Grey Eyes, Gravel Voice. Yes. That’s fine. I’ll let Cook know.”“Where are you going?”They’d arrived in London a week ago and they’d spent the time settling in, shopping and Jason visiting the shipping yards daily.“To see my grandparents.”He nodded. “How long will you be gone?”“I don’t know.
