Chapter 20

“What kind of business?” I asked.

“Numbers and things,” Toby said. “You really wouldn’t understand.”

“I think I understand pretty clearly what’s going on between you two,” I said, keeping my voice steady. I said, “Gray, can you help me clean up the dishes?”

“I think I’m going to take off, Gray. Thanks for the chat,” Toby said, ignoring me. “And thank you for dinner. The hen was delicious.”

I could tell that Gray wanted to walk Toby out. But the look I was giving him told him clearly that if he moved a single muscle he was going to end up single and never have the opportunity to marry me. Making the better decision, my beloved stayed in the living room and said, “Thanks for coming. I’ll email you the tax information you need.”

“I appreciate that,” Toby said and swished out to the foyer where grabbed his camel jacket and let himself out. In a matter of seconds he was gone, and that was a relief. I didn’t want that sneaky sonofabitch around a minute longer.