Dirty Rich Betrayal - Love Me Forever - Mia & Grayson
This makes me smile inside. A family Thanksgiving, because that’s what me, my father, Grayson, and Eric equal. And Delaney set free. Perfect.
“At the Hamptons house,” I say. “Bring the peanut butter pie.”
“I don’t do peanut butter pie.”
“You’d better start googling then.”
Everyone laughs now and Grayson’s eyes turn this wicked warm wonderful shade of green, a little bit lustful and a whole lot happy. “What’s happening with Delaney?” he asks.
“I have a plan. A good one.” And I realize then that I’m confident enough not to need to share it just yet. “Right now,” I say. “I need to call the wedding planner.” I grin, and with the satisfaction in Grayson’s eyes, I head back to my office. I belong here and it feels good.
CHAPTER FORTY
Mia
Before our dinner with Reese and Cat, we gather in their kitchen, where we are introduced to their beautiful daughter, Heather, who is a blonde doppelganger for Cat. She’s also a one-year-old daddy’s girl. In between all the cuteness, Reese and I talk about Delaney and my plan to pressure the DA to clear Delaney’s name. “I want to have the evidence delivered to him at his front door. That way it gets his attention. Blake said he’d make it happen. And Cat’s willingness to write a tell-all helps immensely.”
“Then let’s clear a path for pressure on the DA,” Reese says. He opens a drawer and slides a file onto the island. “I read the new agreement. The changes your team wanted are present, and honestly, they left me nothing to complain about. I’m feeling pretty overpriced right now, but bottom line, I’m going to advise you to sign it. Once you do, they have to clear any use of your business to catch the Dungeon through us. However, you do have to be reasonable, considering the full immunity clause.” He glances at me. “And you don’t need me after all. Go get the DA and make this right for Delaney. And now,” he picks up Heather, “we’re going to go put this little one to bed.” He grabs a fancy Mont Blanc pen and sets it next to the folder. “Ink that and I’ll scan that to the right people as soon as I get done reading Cinderella.”
I smile and he and Cat head off with Heather. Grayson and I end up standing across from each other at their island.
“A little girl,” Grayson says, his eyes tender as they meet mine. “I want a little Mia.”
“I do believe you will be outnumbered if that happens.”
“When that happens, I welcome that scenario. Did you call the wedding planner?”
“I did. And she said that a rush wedding, even small, was going to cost us a fortune.”
“And?”
“And I set it up for New Year’s Eve.”
My reward is his devastatingly sexy smile. He grabs the pen on the counter and signs the agreement before sliding it in my direction. I sign as well: Mia Cavanaugh.
“Soon to be Mia Bennett,” I say, casting him a shy smile.
“Not soon enough, baby.”
Fifteen minutes later, we’re on the balcony of Reese and Cat’s apartment, with the fireplace sparked hot, a fall night breeze blowing cool, and expensive wine in our glasses. Reese has sent in the agreement, and I call Blake. “It’s a go. Send him the file.” I hang up and we touch glasses, toasting one win and another on the way. I sip my wine, which is delicious, but not a smart idea. We’ve been having a lot of unprotected sex. We want a baby. I end up pouring my wine into Grayson’s glass. Cat arches an eyebrow, and as the men chat, she leans in closer. “Are you—”
“Not yet. Or I don’t think so, but we want to be.”
We start talking about pregnancy and Grayson clearly overhears because his hand settles on my leg, his fingers squeezing lightly. My hand covers his but I don’t look at him. I’m shy and that is silly but true. A good kind of shy. The kind of shy that will be tender and warm and wonderful when we are alone.
For the next two hours, we enjoy conversation, food from the restaurant downstairs, and lots of legal discussion. It’s clear that we have become fast friends with Reese and Cat. We are at the front door in the foyer of their apartment, just about to leave, when an unknown number rings my cell. I answer. “Mia Cavanaugh.”
“Ms. Cavanaugh, this is the District Attorney.”
My eyes go wide and I look between Grayson, Cat, and Reese. “Mr. Hendrix.”
“I got your message. Loud and clear. Tell Mrs. Wittmore that I’m dismissing her case.”
“And what of her brother-in-law?”
“I’ll open an investigation.”
“And the ADA?”
“Suspended immediately. He already knows. And yes, I’m opening an investigation. Unlike rumor would have it, I’m not my predecessor. I’m not dirty. It’s handled. And Ms. Cavanaugh, try talking to me rather than threatening me in the future. I’m a Texas boy. You get further with me with sugar or queso, not the shit they make here in New York City, than you do with threats.” He hangs up.