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She nudged him into a padded chair in the conversation area.

Shaking his head, he glowered at her. “Now you’re starting to sound like that husband of yours.”

He eyed her curiously.

“What the hell are you doing up here by yourself? Having second thoughts?”

“I came up here to change and check to see if we have everything for the trip, though I have no idea where that will be. And what I do is of no concern of yours.”

She planted her hands on her hips and glared.

“Is this what I’m going to have to put up with? Nosy old men walking in and diving into my business?”

He simply stared at her with a grin. Damn if he didn’t like her.

“I’m afraid so. My life is practically over and living vicariously through yours and that grandson of mine is all the pleasure I have left. Wherever he’s taking you, make sure you get knocked up before the week is over.”

Instead of being shocked or offended, she cast him a mild look before going into the closet to select a lightweight jacket.

“Not a chance in hell. We’re young and just starting out. Introducing children so early in the marriage is always a mistake. Besides, we both have things we need to do.”

“I see. So, you’re one of those modern day women who put career first. In my day- “

“Your day was in the dark ages. We’ve evolved since the little woman takes a back seat while the big man thumps his chest and pretends to run things,” she reminded him as she shrugged into the jacket.

“So, you’re not avoiding motherhood because daddy ran out on you?”

She went still, her expression dazed at first and then hardening. Of course he had checked into her background.

She was the woman his grandson was marrying, and he had to find out what type of person she was. But oh God, it hurt like hell to discover that he knew that her father was such a bastard.

“That’s none of your business.”

“I agree with her.” They both turned at the cold voice coming from the doorway.

Craig came into the room, his expression icy. Turning to her, he searched her face and felt his anger spiking.

He had come up to see what was taking so long and came in at the tail end of the conversation.

“Could you give us a minute? I’ll bring the bags down and Kelly and Leesa want to say goodbye.”

“Craig- “

“Please.” His expression softened just a little bit.

He waited until she had left the room and closed the door behind her. Fixing his lethal gaze on his grandfather, he waited a beat.

“You cannot damn well fault me for checking into her. She was going to be part of the family.”

“What family?” Craig asked coldly.

“You mean you and me? We’re related by blood and that cannot be helped. My family, my real family, mom and dad are dead. That was my family- “he waved a hand.

“I don’t know who the bloody hell you are.”

“I’m your grandfather! Like it or not, boy, I’m your blood and if you don’t like the way I do things- “

“You think I didn’t know you checked into her? I expected and accepted it as natural. What I didn’t expect, or I should have considering what vindictive bastard you are, what I’d hope was that you would not mention something that’s a bloody sore point to her. She’s hurting over what that man did, and you just had to rub it in, didn’t you? You just could not help yourself.”