Grady's POV
I stared blankly at the financial report on my desk, unable to process a single number. My mind was fixated on Michelle and how spectacularly I'd screwed everything up by falling into Annabella's manipulative web. Every day without Michelle felt like torture, and I needed to find a way back to her heart.
Yesterday at Lorenzo's house had been particularly painful. The moment I walked in, Michelle practically bolted for the door. She looked stunning—her hair longer than I remembered, her eyes just as captivating—but those eyes wouldn't even meet mine anymore. This had become our new pattern; she'd rather flee than spend five seconds in my presence.
"Earth to Grady! Are you even listening?"
I jerked upright at Natalie's sharp tone, realizing she'd been talking while I'd mentally drifted away again.
"Sorry, Natalie. I'm a bit distracted," I mumbled, straightening in my leather executive chair.
