Page 86 of The Wolf Prince
“It sounded remarkably like one.”
“It wasn't.”
“You said you shouldn't come inside.”
“I shouldn't.”
“Grimm, you're really not helping your case here.”
“I know.”
“Then explain it to me.”
His glowing eyes hold mine.
For one second, I think he's going to. I think whatever wall he's been hiding behind since the moment we met is finally going to crack.
His lips part. Then close again.
“It's complicated.”
There it is.
Possibly the three least reassuring words in the English language.
It's complicated.
Wonderful.
Because nothing good has ever followed that sentence.
Nothing that a single woman in her thirties ever wants to hear, anyway.
It's complicated.
My stomach drops.
Of course it is.
He's married. Or mated. Or involved with someone.
Maybe there's some gorgeous woman waiting in whatever mansion a man like Grimm Palermo undoubtedly owns.
Maybe that's why he disappeared for almost a month.
Maybe—
“There's no one else.”
I blink.
“What?”
He steps closer.
“No wife.”
Another step.
