Since James found out about the whole drugging thing, he hadn't stepped foot back in the Mitchell estate.
He'd been crashing at a hotel every night.
Not seeing James for a few days had Grace on edge. With Alex sent out of the country and Mr. Mitchell away for recovery, she figured this was the perfect window to get close to James again.
But what good was the timing if James never came home? Even with a new vial of that stuff in hand, it'd be useless if she couldn't get near him. Once Mr. Mitchell came back, things would only get trickier.
That day, Grace made some chicken soup herself. If James said he was swamped at work, fine—she'd just show up there. Nothing wrong with showing a little care when a man's under pressure, right?
She swayed her way to the door of his office
