‘Read my name. You have 30 seconds…’

are you acting strange?”

I looked directly at him. “Hello, Grant.”

His throat shifted visibly.

That was when the atmosphere in the ballroom changed. Laughter faded into whispers. Phones lowered briefly, then rose again for entirely different reasons.

Vanessa’s manicured nails pressed into the card. “You know my husband?”

“I know his numbers.”

Grant stepped continue reading …