Charles
Grace leaned into my side as we rode to the airport toward the private hangers when the Clan jet waited. I could have taken a commercial flight, but when dealing with their President, it was better to flaunt as much of the Clans' wealth as possible. She pouted.
"Still?" I asked, chuckling. "I told you I'd be back as soon as possible."
"I know," she said softly, twinging her fingers with mine. "I just... I'll miss you."
I pulled my hand free and wrapped my arm around her.
"I can postpone--"
"No," Grace said. "Not with everything that's going on. I'll be fine."
I cupped her face and nudged her until she met my gaze.
"I recognize you're trying to be strong, Grace, and I know you feel like it's something you have to do, but with me, at least when we're alone, you don't have to
