Chapter 32
“Morose,” her grandfather harumphed from where he sat on the other side of her desk. “That is the word to describe you.” His dark eyes staring her down
“Irritated is the word I’d use,” she shot back, “if the only reason you are here is to harangue me for not coming to the dinner party last night, then it’s a wasted effort. I have no regrets.”
“You prefer to sit at home and wallow because your boyfriend has been gone for over two weeks,” he tossed back.
“Grandfather, I had dinner with you on Tuesday night. I had dinner with Merry-Beth Wednesday night, the last thing I wanted to do was have dinner with forty people on Thursday night.”
“You didn’t tell me Merry-Beth is back,” he accused.
“Oh my God.” She threw her arms up in surrender. “Forgive me that I haven’t given you a p
