Grace A few days had passed, and a subtle shift had settled over me. The raw despair had softened, replaced by a quiet determination. My movements held a newfound purpose, and resolve filled me. The curse was still a heavy weight at the back of my mind. Every time I woke up groggy and unrested, ev
I sat back and groaned. I called Gabriel. " Grace, how you doing?" "I'm going to give you a list of names. I need some advice about who's useful and not going to suddenly decide not to do business with me." "... Go ahead and give it to me." Hours later, I headed downstairs with lunch to meet
Grace I woke up hours later and groaned. I still had so many other people to call. There was a meal beside me and Charles' jacket over me with a note. I expected you home tonight. You need rest. Steak and potatoes. Love you. I smiled and grabbed the meal and my phone to head down to the lab. M
That evening, as I slumped over latest failed experiment, a wave of despair threatened to engulf her. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the already incomprehensible notes on my clipboard. "This is impossible," I choked out, her voice thick with emotion. "It's never going to work..." A gentle
Grace I fell asleep after that and slept for at least a few days. It sucked, but when I woke up, I hurried to get ready and get back to Wolfe Medical. Eason was there, dressed like he was there to work and smiling at me with his laptop, files, and coffee in hand. He'd grown again. I was sure of it
"The patent office should be giving you a limit with your paperwork," Eason said, waving his head. "In the States, they're tied to the rules of engagement for the food and drugs." I blinked, staring at him. "How... did I not know that?" "Not something they teach at the Academy," Eason said, flip
Grace Charles smirked and licked his lips. A jolt of heat went through me, like lightning and desire. Eason shook his head and set a set of pages aside. "Anything your heart desires, darling. But to start," Charles continued, his voice growing warmer, "You can come home and go to bed properly."
I glanced at the envelope. "This doesn't look like cinnamon roll pancake vouchers." He snorted. "It's not, but I did consult her and Richard on the gift." I went still, smiling even as a bittersweet feeling hit me. I'd never be able to growl with Richard, now. He wouldn't see me the same way now