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First, I look at my phone to see if she left me any messages.

The only one I have is the group text with the guys, and it’s a photo of all of us from last night.

I look sober in it. That’s a good start.

Scrubbing a hand over my face, I get up and head for the bathroom, turning the shower on. While I let the water warm up, I step into the living room and kitchen.

No Grace.

I glance at the counter, table, fridge, anywhere really, that she might leave a note.

Then I see that it’s after 9:00 a.m. and let out a sigh of relief. She’s most likely already at work and was just letting me sleep off my hangover.

I make quick work of getting ready, listening to my phone ding as I shower.

I get out hoping it’s Grace, but it’s not.

Dutton

CEO! Hell yeah.

Gavin

Well deserved!

Linc

Badass.

His text is followed by a link.

I click on it and scan the article.

Seems innocent enough, and the information is accurate. It’s a bit annoying that my blurting out an actual day for the wedding was the same day I was announced as CEO, but Grace and I got into this knowing our situations weren’t ideal.

I can’t wait to tell her.

I get dressed and then head to the lodge.

I find her in the lobby, meeting with a couple and going over wedding brochures. I approach them with a smile. The looks on their faces mean they know who I am as they wave and greet me.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but might I borrow my fiancée for a moment?” I ask.

“Can it wait till I’m finished?” Grace asks, and while it sounds sweet enough, I’m well-versed in the Grace world, and that tone says she’s pissed.

“Of course,” I say and step back.

“No, no, go,” the bride says quickly. “We need a moment to look all this stuff over anyway.”

“Oh, it’s fine, I can⁠—”

“Go, really,” the groom says, and Grace smiles.

“I’ll be just a moment.” Her gaze could burn me where I stand.

Okay, so maybe I’m not in the clear for last night.

Grace’s heels click loudly as she heads for her office.