(Grace’s POV)
"Are you insane?"
"Probably." He shrugs. "But hear me out."
"No—"
"Grace." He leans forward, elbows on his knees. "You need help. I can provide it. And in return, you help me."
"Help you with what? You're a billionaire. What could I possibly—"
"My grandmother."
I blink. "Your... grandmother?"
"She's been setting me up on blind dates." His mouth twists. "Five in two weeks. All of them disasters. She means well, but she won't stop until I'm married."
"So marry one of them."
"And ruin my life? No thank you."
"Then tell her you don’t want to get married. You’re Dorian Cross for God’s sake!"
"I have. Repeatedly. She doesn't listen." He runs a hand through his hair, and for the first time tonight, he looks tired. "But if I show up married? She'll back off."
I set down
