"Princess proud!" Brad called with a grin when he got to the rooftop and saw Grace sitting at that same spot she had been seated on the very first night he had met her.
Grace stood up as she turned to look at him, and a smile twitched on her lips when she noticed he was carrying a bottle of scotch this time.
"I'm sorry I kept you waiting. Family business," He said apologetically as he moved closer to her and dropped the bottle on the floor before embracing her.
He buried his face in her hair and held her very tightly to himself, burying her face in his chest. Never had he felt such fierce longing and possessiveness for anyone as he felt for Grace.
"If you keep this up much longer, you're going to either crush me or suffocate me to death," Grace said breathlessly.
Brad chuckled as he pulled away from her, "I'm sorry. I almost went crazy with worry when Rosie told me you left," Brad murmured.
