Betty’s cheeks flamed, a sudden heat spreading across her face. She looked away, becoming acutely aware of how close they were standing. She nodded, slow and thoughtful, her fingers curling into the fabric of her coat as if to ground herself.
“Yes,” she said quietly. “I’d like to have my very own child too.”
Grayson’s smile was immediate, soft in a way that caught her off guard. There was no teasing in his expression, no arrogance, just something open and sincere. He reached for her hands, his grip warm and sure. For a brief second, the biting cold and the snow seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them.
He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he gave her hand a gentle tug, leading her around the side of the building. His steps were unhurried, as though he had all the time in the wo
