Of course, that didn't apply to Evelyn Grant.
"I'm not siding with your brother," he said, pulling the blanket tighter to draw her closer. "What I mean is, he's at his wit's end and losing control. He's not thinking rationally anymore."
That's why he won't listen to anyone. Nothing you say will get through to him.
Evelyn Grant's voice was muffled against his chest. "It's true. He has a one-track mind right now."
All he can think about is getting engaged and married as soon as possible to lock Chloe Holmes down.
"My brother's engagement is on January 23rd, and New Year's Eve is three days after that," she said, raising an important point. "I won't be able to go to Veridia until the end of the month."
Preston Keaton was very agreeable this time. He stroked her head. "That's fine. You can come at the end of the month."
Evelyn Grant closed her eyes, nestled trustingly in his arms. When she woke up, it was nine in the morning.
