However, Jonah didn’t hover, which told me this visit was about something else. I found a stopping place and made a couple of notes, then sat back in my chair and turned it to face him. “Cut the bullshit. What’s up?”
“Do you use that kind of language with Grace?” His tone vibrated with annoyance, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
He clearly had a bone to pick with me about something, and while I was in a shitty mood, I decided not to push his buttons. “Seeing as how you are the only other person in the world who loves Gracie almost as much as I do, I’ll refrain from my usual snark about the things I say to my girl in private.” Much. I decided not to push his buttons much.
Jonah’s lips pinched for a beat before he grunted, “What you say to and around my Grace is between the both of you until you make her cry, Hudson.”
I scrambled to my feet in shock and shouted, “What the fuck? Gracie cried? Who made her cry? I’m going to kill them!”
My boss sighed and leaned back, crossing his arms over his bulky chest as he studied me. “It wasn’t you?”
“Fuck no!” I practically dismissed him from my mind as I shut down my computer and began to gather my things. Although, most of my belongings were left at the front of the building before the first security checkpoint. Not even standard headphones were allowed to be taken in and out of a building like this since theoretically, they could be fashioned into a recording device.
“Seems odd that she would cry over the sight of a wedding dress if you weren’t the cause of it,” he mused. That brought me to a halt before spinning around to face him.
“A wedding dress?”
Jonah nodded in confirmation and added, “Penny said they walked by a bridal store on 5th Avenue and she pointed at a dress she thought Grace would like. But Grace burst into tears instead.”
I didn’t wait around for more information. With a careless wave, I was out the door and on my way home.
When I arrived, I sprinted up to the third floor and burst into our suite. “Gracie? Baby?”
Silence greeted me.
I didn’t find her in our rooms, so I jogged down one floor to the master suite where London slept and knocked loudly.
“Come in.”
I pushed open the door and stuck my head inside, my eyes doing a quick sweep and finding my girl curled up on an overstuffed chair with London, munching on popcorn from the bucket situated between them.
“You’re home early,” London observed as she pointed the remote at the big flat screen and turned it off.
My eyes were glued to Gracie as I approached, inspecting every inch of her face as if I’d find remnants from her earlier tears. “Your dad dropped by my office,” I murmured to her.
Gracie’s brow knitted, and she cocked her head to the side. “Am I supposed to infer something special from your boss stopping by your office?”
I stopped in front of her and unlodged the bucket, handing it to London. “He wasn’t there as my employer, Gracie.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “More like my future father-in-law.” I used the phrase with a pointed tone.
Gracie paused in the process of putting her arms around my neck. It was so subtle I almost missed it, and I probably would have if not for the meaningful look she shared with London. “Other than the visit from my dad, how was your day, babe?” she asked brightly before pressing her plush lips against mine.
Worry had been festering since I’d left my office, so the feel of her in my arms unlocked a flood of relief, which opened up my blood flow to my entire body. I palmed her ass and lifted her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I tore my mouth away long enough to say, “Later, Cos.” Then I kissed Gracie all the way back upstairs to our bedroom.
I wanted to talk. To get to the bottom of whatever had made my woman cry and find out if it had anything to do with how distant she’d seemed lately. But Gracie had other ideas, and I had no armor against her sweet, enthusiastic seduction. It took over an hour to get back around to why I’d come home in search of her.
“Your dad told me what happened with your mom this afternoon,” I said softly as I ran my hands through her long auburn tresses. We were reclined against the headboard in our bed, and her cheek rested on my pec. I felt her expression change, but her head was bent forward, so I didn’t have a sense of what it indicated. “Do you want to tell me why the sight of a wedding dress made you cry, baby?”
Gracie sighed. “It wasn’t the dress...not really. It was just the pressure, you know? Everyone’s expecting us to get married. They’re already planning the wedding, and you haven’t even popped the question yet.”
I’d been doing my very best to appear patient when it came to my relationship with Gracie. I was still a possessive, dominant, jealous asshole—at least I didn’t keep her chained to the bed, right?—but I tried not to let on how much I hated that we weren’t already planning our wedding and working on munchkin number one. It was looking as though I hadn’t been as successful as I’d thought. “Have I been pressuring you, Gracie?” I lifted her chin with my index finger and drank in her beauty as she gazed back at me. “I’m truly sorry if you felt I have been. The only thing I want in this world is for you to be
