eyes and stared at Mitchell. The memory and the present blurred together. God, she had been so naive in the beginning. She thought she could control her feelings for him. What a joke.
“Y ou okay?” he asked.
She pulled away from him and nodded. Her heart was pounding and need slithered through her. She shook herself and saw Evie beside her out cold. The sweet memory of the beginning of their relationship rang in her ears. To work off her excess energy she paced to the back of the plane and went into the tiny bathroom and splashed cold water on her face and shook her head at her reflection. What was she thinking getting involved with Mitchell again? When she couldn’t hide in the bathroom any longer she came out and walked back down the aisle.
M itchell had several papers spread out in front of him. One headline read, Mitchell Price’s Secret Love Child? Beneath the headline was a shot of Mitchell with his arm around Grace and Evie as they exited the church. Was that only yesterday? It felt like ages ago.
“Everyone’s going to ask. What are you going to say?” Mitchell asked in a remote voice.
“I’m not going to claim that Evie’s yours,” Grace said acidly, thinking how Mitchell accused her of being like Vicky.
She paced to the front of the plane and back again. Damn, she was a glutton for punishment. How could she have let him into her life again? Well, she would rectify that as soon as they got off the flight. She would stay far away from him.
“I mean, what are you going to say about us?” Mitchell asked when she was within speaking distance again.
S he met his gaze. “There is no us .”
“ People will know we’re back together. I was with you at Casey’s funeral.”
He sounded so calm, so reasonable that she wanted to slap him. He was trying to take charge of their relationship and she wouldn’t let him do that again. It took her nearly a year to recover from their breakup.
“I’ll say you came to help me and that’s that. If people want to speculate that we’re together, that’s fine. They’ll learn soon enough there’s nothing there.”
“What does that mean?” he demanded.
“It means we’re going back to the way it was before. You stay on your side of New York and I’ll stay on mine. I’ll go back to ignoring your emails and phone calls and move on with my life,” Grace snapped.
He rose from his seat and grasped her by the arms and gave her a shake. “What the hell is wrong with you? You were with me every step of the way last night and now you can’t even look at me. What happened?”
“I remembered what a bastard you are,” she said and nearly died of mortification when her voice broke.
“I told you-”
She wrenched away. “I don’t care what you told me. I can’t believe I got into this with you again!”
“Mr. Price, we’re about to land,” a timid stewardess informed them.
They both sat in stony silence, neither looking at the other. Evie roused when they landed and Grace couldn’t wait to be away from Mitchell and the slap of sweet memories and nightmares he roused in her. As soon as the door opened and the steps were let down, Grace hurried forward. She stepped in the doorway and was glad for her sunglasses because she was met with dozens of paparazzi. Even behind her dark lenses, her eyes squinted against the blinding flashes of light. She turned Evie’s face into her chest and heard Mitchell growling behind her.
“There’s a car waiting,” Max yelled over sound of the crowd.
Mitchell took Evie from her and she let him because walking down the steps with a now fussing Evie didn’t appeal to her. When they reached the bottom of the steps Mitchell put his arm around her. She stiffened in preparation to pull away but he tightened his hold warningly.
“I can get a cab,” Grace yelled up at him.
He shot her a bad tempered glance. “No.”
When they reached his car he got in with Evie so she would be forced to follow.
“You’re a
“Y ou okay?” he asked.
She pulled away from him and nodded. Her heart was pounding and need slithered through her. She shook herself and saw Evie beside her out cold. The sweet memory of the beginning of their relationship rang in her ears. To work off her excess energy she paced to the back of the plane and went into the tiny bathroom and splashed cold water on her face and shook her head at her reflection. What was she thinking getting involved with Mitchell again? When she couldn’t hide in the bathroom any longer she came out and walked back down the aisle.
M itchell had several papers spread out in front of him. One headline read, Mitchell Price’s Secret Love Child? Beneath the headline was a shot of Mitchell with his arm around Grace and Evie as they exited the church. Was that only yesterday? It felt like ages ago.
“Everyone’s going to ask. What are you going to say?” Mitchell asked in a remote voice.
“I’m not going to claim that Evie’s yours,” Grace said acidly, thinking how Mitchell accused her of being like Vicky.
She paced to the front of the plane and back again. Damn, she was a glutton for punishment. How could she have let him into her life again? Well, she would rectify that as soon as they got off the flight. She would stay far away from him.
“I mean, what are you going to say about us?” Mitchell asked when she was within speaking distance again.
S he met his gaze. “There is no us .”
“ People will know we’re back together. I was with you at Casey’s funeral.”
He sounded so calm, so reasonable that she wanted to slap him. He was trying to take charge of their relationship and she wouldn’t let him do that again. It took her nearly a year to recover from their breakup.
“I’ll say you came to help me and that’s that. If people want to speculate that we’re together, that’s fine. They’ll learn soon enough there’s nothing there.”
“What does that mean?” he demanded.
“It means we’re going back to the way it was before. You stay on your side of New York and I’ll stay on mine. I’ll go back to ignoring your emails and phone calls and move on with my life,” Grace snapped.
He rose from his seat and grasped her by the arms and gave her a shake. “What the hell is wrong with you? You were with me every step of the way last night and now you can’t even look at me. What happened?”
“I remembered what a bastard you are,” she said and nearly died of mortification when her voice broke.
“I told you-”
She wrenched away. “I don’t care what you told me. I can’t believe I got into this with you again!”
“Mr. Price, we’re about to land,” a timid stewardess informed them.
They both sat in stony silence, neither looking at the other. Evie roused when they landed and Grace couldn’t wait to be away from Mitchell and the slap of sweet memories and nightmares he roused in her. As soon as the door opened and the steps were let down, Grace hurried forward. She stepped in the doorway and was glad for her sunglasses because she was met with dozens of paparazzi. Even behind her dark lenses, her eyes squinted against the blinding flashes of light. She turned Evie’s face into her chest and heard Mitchell growling behind her.
“There’s a car waiting,” Max yelled over sound of the crowd.
Mitchell took Evie from her and she let him because walking down the steps with a now fussing Evie didn’t appeal to her. When they reached the bottom of the steps Mitchell put his arm around her. She stiffened in preparation to pull away but he tightened his hold warningly.
“I can get a cab,” Grace yelled up at him.
He shot her a bad tempered glance. “No.”
When they reached his car he got in with Evie so she would be forced to follow.
“You’re a
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