Does this man have mind-reading powers or something?
And for the record, I'm five-foot-five. Standard height. I could jump and headbutt him if I wanted to!
Using his height to insult mine is just tacky.
Seeing her still lost in thought, Grayson's voice sharpened. "Come here."
The sudden command startled Isla back to attention.
"Yes, yes, coming!" She stepped forward immediately.
"Hand."
Isla obediently held out her hand, and Grayson took it, guiding her through the steps of tying a tie.
He was surprisingly patient about it brow furrowed, sure, but no impatience, no shortness in his tone.
Why is he even bothering to teach me this?! I'm not his actual wife!
Isla muttered internally, not daring to argue out loud. His hand guided hers through each motion, and she found herself starin
