Grayson slid his skates over his shoulder waiting while Ari tied the laces of her skates together. They had spent most of the morning skating together and into the afternoon, having lost track of time. He reached for her skates, once she was finished. "Here. I'll carry them for you."Ari shook her head. "No. I have it.""Just be careful with the blades." Grayson smiled. "You don't want to get stabbed in the back.""Nope. I sure don't. And I don't think you do, either," she joked. "I guess we should have put the guards on the blades."Grayson smiled. "Yes… well… I guess we'll have to talk to the equipment manager about it when we get back."Grayson took her hand, feeling like a kid as they walked down the path headed toward the chalet as their bodyguards followed. Goofing around, she jumped on his back and he carried her to the front door. But when they walked in, Grayson froze... for sitting in the foyer waiting was his cousin, Marcus Pierce."What's wrong?" Ari asked, concerned. "Who'

When Grayson woke early the next morning, the glare of the snow coming through the window would have been blinding, if it hadn't been for the curtains. Suddenly, the events of the day before rushed into his mind. He looked over at Ari, watching her sleep, thinking of how lucky he was to have her for his wife. Not only was she beautiful and kind, she was understanding, too. Grayson smirked. Ari had also wrapped his father around her little finger in just one meeting... not an easy feat. Grayson's father had a knack for seeing through people, seeing who they really were beneath the facade they put out to the public. He saw through Ari and, evidently, he liked what he saw… on the inside. Grayson brushed a strand of dark brown hair away from her face while she slept. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever known. But the best thing about her was that she had no idea how truly beautiful she really was. But Grayson knew that it wasn't only her exterior beauty, but her inner beau

"Do you have any idea who could have wanted Dima dead?" Ari asked Grayson, on the Royal Family's private jet, headed back to Estrea.Grayson shook his head. "Well, Marcus could have set me up, but why would he bring that much shame to the royal family? It would be a reflection on the whole family, not just me."Ari sighed. "Maybe we're grasping at straws. Maybe they won't try and link you to her murder. After all, we weren't even in Estrea when it happened."Grayson patted her hand and then lifted it to his lips. "Let's change the subject. I want to spend this time with you." Ari nodded as she snuggled onto Grayson's shoulder. She just hoped that nothing would link Grayson to Dima's murder. She felt bad for Grayson. When she looked into his eyes, she could tell that he still cared for Dima. Of course, you couldn't be with someone for a few years and not still have feelings for them, no matter what they did. But then again, seeing the person you love in bed with another man would be en

When Grayson saw Xavier walk into the interrogation room, he had never been so relieved to see someone in his life. He had been in the police department all morning answering questions, but it had all boiled down to the same question: Did you do it? Did you kill Dima Franz? "Xavier! You're here! What took you so long, man?" Grayson asked, relieved to see his brother. "I've been in the waiting room with Ari. They just let me come back." Xavier pulled him in for a hug and then released him. "How are you holding up?""I'm okay." Grayson sighed. "How's Ari?"Xavier cocked his head to the side. "Worried." Xavier sat in one of the chairs. "She and I were waiting together." He smirked. "The police officer didn't believe that Ari was your wife. The policewoman was practically asking her for a marriage certificate.""Really?" Grayson shook his head. "She hasn't had enough time to get her new driver's license, either."Xavier shook his head. "Nope. Other than a wedding ring, she had no proof t

Grayson headed down the hallway toward the townhouse he now shared with Ari. He made a mental note to look for another place with her. They need a place together. A place where she would feel at home. When he walked in, he didn't see Ari, so he walked over to the bar and fixed himself a drink. Then he leaned over, and held it to his head, trying to relax.Then he heard something down the hallway, and his heart sank. Grayson set the glass down, as memories of Dima with another man in his bed ran through his mind.He started down the hallway and opened the bedroom door... but no one was there. He breathed a sigh of relief.But when he turned around, Sam and Ari were walking out of the spare bedroom, laughing. Grayson froze. "What's going on?"Sam looked up and smiled. "We heard a noise from the back, and I told Ari to stay here, but she followed me down the hallway anyway. When I walked into the spare bedroom, there was a woodpecker banging on the window."Grayson raised an eyebrow in