What? He’s coming to Berlin? This afternoon?! Grace was still holding the phone when the call disconnected, her whole face heating like it had been flash-boiled.
Wait—wasn’t she supposed to help Gavin with the proposal tonight? When would she have time to meet up with Raphael? That wouldn’t wrap up until, what, seven?
She had no clue when exactly he’d land. Flinging off the covers, hair a mess, she sat up and typed, "When are you getting in?"
He was likely still stuck in meetings. When the reply came at 12:30, it read:
"On my way to the airport now."
Already?! Grace jumped up from her vanity stool, her powder brush trembling slightly in her hand.
Her first instinct was to call Gavin and freak out about what to do—but she stopped herself. He’d been nervous wreck since last night. Call
