Gloria's expression changed from pleased to annoyed so quickly that Neville almost couldn't follow what was going on.
"He is not my man, Catalina. He's Grayson's partner."
Seeing as Gloria just rolled her eyes at Catalina, it seemed that she knew that Catalina was just throwing that sentence to determine whether Gloria was serious.
"Grayson's?" The name left Catalina's lips with genuine shock. All pretense of playful teasing evaporated. "You're serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
Catalina's gaze snapped back to Neville, looking at him more thoroughly than before. There was no malice in her gaze, just genuine curiosity.
Neville patiently endured the gaze. He had endured worse. One nosy socialite, however beautiful, wasn't going to rattle him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Gringer," he said smoothly, rising slightly in his seat to offer a respectful nod. "Sarah has told me wonderful things about you."
"Sarah?" Catalina's eyebrow arched. "You know my daughter?"
