*Anna*“You’re going to look lovely in that pants suit,” Poppy is telling me once we are settled in the car and leaving the department store. “And that beautiful silver dress you bought will cover it completely.”I nod but don’t turn my face away from the window. I’m going over all of the items I need to pack, and I’m trying to figure out how in the world I’m going to pull this off. I have to make two entrances. How will I come in as Anna, then exit, and come back in as A. Savage without anyone noticing that I left?It seems impossible.“I need a blueprint of the location where the event is being held,” I say to Poppy without turning to look at her. “So I can work out the exits.”She’s quiet for a moment before she says, “Yeah, okay. Sure. That shouldn’t be a problem since we built that event center.”Now, my head swivels around. “We did?”“Sure did.”I let go a loud exhale. “Oh. Good. Can you ask Cliff to find them and have them waiting on my desk when we get back? And he will be the
*Anna*I have to buy two outfits for the same charity event.A couple of days before the big shindig, Poppy and I go to another one of the upscale department stores I own to look for a dress for Anna and a stunning pants suit for A. Savage because I have decided that A. Savage doesn’t wear dresses. It might make things easier if I can find a dress long enough to hide the pants underneath it so I’m not constantly having to put those on and take them off like I will be everything else.I’ve gotta make sure my dress is something I can get on and off myself.This is absolutely going to suck.“It’s going to be fine,” Poppy tells me as we pull up in front of the boutique. I am wearing my A. Savage get-up, and when I lift a hand to fiddle with my nose, Poppy swats it away. “It’s not going to be fine,” I tell her. “It’s going to be a train wreck of epic proportion.”“That’s what you said about your luncheon with Grant, and that went fine,” she argues.Shaking my head, I tell her, “That was d
*Grant*Anna doesn’t want to go to the charity event with me.Sitting at my desk, I sigh and run a hand through my hair. I don’t know if she doesn’t want to go because she’s nervous. She used to like to go to events like this one, but now that her confidence has been shaken, thanks to my family, she doesn’t seem to like them much. Or maybe it’s the fear that my family will say or do something to embarrass her.I can’t really blame her for being worried about it. It’s not as if they’ve never been rude to her before.Since I am her husband, it is up to me to make sure that she is comfortable at the event. I finish up a few tasks and then head to Grandmother Trudy’s office.Her door is slightly open, but I knock on it anyway. “Grant?” she says, as I poke my head in. Her face lights up. “Come in, come in!”“Thank you, Grandmother. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”“No, no,” she says, setting a file aside. “Nothing is more important than my favorite grandson. Is everything all right?”
*Anna*“Anna?” Grant is calling my name. My phone is on the floor next to my Louis Vuittons he doesn’t even know I own. I bend down to pick it up and sit up too fast, hitting my head on my desk.“Ouch!” My hand immediately goes to the top of my head while I fumble to get the phone back to my ear.“Anna? Are you okay?” I can hear real concern in my husband’s voice.“Yes, I’m fine,” I assure him. “I just dropped my phone and hit my head on my desk, that’s all,” I tell him, a splintering pain radiating through my skull.“Your desk?” he questions, and I suddenly realize my blunder. “You have a desk at a charity?”“Did I say desk?” I ask, panic flooding me as I try to figure out a way to take away my blunder. “I meant table. I hit my head so hard, I’ve lost all common sense. I’m in the soup kitchen, serving soup,” I tell him. “To homeless people. Here you go… Bob. Have some soup.” I’ve lost my everloving mind—again. “My hand was slick from the chicken noodle.”Grant says nothing for a mome
*Anna*I spend far too much time at my job giggling and acting like a silly girl with a crush. No matter how hard I try to concentrate on my work, my mind keeps wandering back to Grant. I picture how handsome he looked last night at dinner and how sweet it was for him to invite me to sleep in the bed with him. This morning when I’d gotten up, he’d looked so peaceful lying there, still sound asleep.“You sure are in a good mood,” Cliff says to me after a meeting ends in the conference room. I’m on my way back to my office, and he falls into step beside me.Shrugging, I say, “Grant took me out for dinner last night. It was really nice.”His eyebrows raise. “That’s good, though most people wouldn’t be all that thrilled to go out with their own spouse, you know?”“Yes, I know, but our relationship is different, as you know.” His comment has my smile faltering slightly, but I refuse to let the potential reality of the situation get in the way of my happy thoughts. It’s true that what happe
*Grant*I’m whistling when I arrive at the office. It’s silly, I know, and a few people turn and look at me oddly in the hallway. But then, as soon as they realize I am me, their faces contort into ridiculous smiles because no one wants to take the risk of offending me now, not when there seems to be a chance I might actually become the next CEO.Me, the next CEO? Gosh, it’s so hard to even imagine. Yet, for once, it actually feels like it might be within my grasp.Grandmother Trudy calls us all into the conference room around 10:00, and I can’t help the goofy grin on my face when I walk in. I see my cousin Carson come in, and I look away. I don’t even want to engage with him.But he takes the seat directly across from me, so I don’t have much of a choice. “Good morning, Grant,” he says in a slightly annoyed tone. The rest of the family is slowly filtering in, and Grandmother hasn’t even joined us yet. I was a little early. It seems odd that Carson was early. He’s usually late.“Good