Chapter 118

“Where’s Vincent?” Tony asked. “Is he avoiding us?”

“Of course not. Why would he?” My tone was innocent, but I made sure they didn’t see my expression. “After all, it isn’t as if he knows you plan to ask what his intentions are toward your nephew.”

Quinton looked up, biting back a laugh. “He said something about golfing.”

“Golfing? Vincent?” Gregor found the idea uproarious.

“Apparently Trevor Wallace thought that would be a good idea,” Quinton said mildly.

“Wallace?” Tony stroked his chin. “He golfs, doesn’t he? I wonder what he has in mind for Vincent.”

“I have no idea. That’s a very pretty scarf, Mother.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” I began talking about the scarves I planned to crochet for my brothers, and the subject was neatly turned.

We waited for my doctor to appear to discharge me. And we waited. Finally, Bryan went out to the nurses’ station.