He smiled and raised his cup. "Have your drink first. Come on, let's go to the living room."
That was what he said before Christian picked up his cup and moved it to the living room.
Grace had followed him with her eyes as she went over to the couch and sat down. Something about his movement was off. He was Christian, but not Christian at the same time.
How in the world was that possible?
The Christian she had known three years ago, was clumsy, reckless, a complete stranger to the word and world of kitchen, lad, dressing sense, unless Carson helped him with it and did not have a lot of sophistication that he suddenly possessed.
It was like a Christian had completely transformed into a new person.
"Grace?"
She looked at him, realizing she had gotten lost in her thoughts. "Yeah?"
"How long do you plan on standing there? Come sit by me."
