“He helped.”
My head snapped around.
“The deal.”
Graham nodded. “Part of it.”
“Part?”
Before he could explain, Marissa’s footsteps sounded behind us.
She had reached the yard.
Then she saw Henry.
“Henry?”
He turned.
Her gaze shifted to the vanity.
My Daughter Brought Her Fiancé Home to Meet Me Before the Wedding – The Moment She Left the Room, He Said, ‘I Did My Part of the Deal, Now It’s Your Turn’
