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Mackenzie Grierson

... window before continuing. “Amanda sent her maid to the barracks where Henry was cooling his heels before his sentencing and asked him to come to her hotel.”

“Whatever for?”

“Amanda had seen him in the altercation with her brother. He was very good-looking and had that animal magnetism that he passed on to his son. I can only conjecture that was the reason.”

She tapped the keys on her computer, brought up pictures, and turned the huge screen on her desk toward me on its swivel stand. There were three pictures, and I recognized my grandfather Henry, and grandmother Amanda immediately. Jack was a clear blend of his parents. He had his father’s chiseled chin, and distinctive brow, along with his mother’s aquiline nose, dark hair, and bright gray-blue eyes. Both his parents were spectacularly good-looking, and Jack combined some of their best features. Even on the cold computer screen, I could see Henry’s appeal and Amanda’s beauty. Edward looked haughty and looked out of the screen with an air of superiority.

“How old are they?” I asked. “In those pictures?”

“Henry is twenty-three. Amanda is twenty-two, and her brother is twenty-one. Close to the ages they were when they met.”

“Just kids,” I said.

“Says the girl who’s eighteen,” teased Farah.

“When people have these titles and long names, I always assume they’re old.”

“A fair assumption,” responded Farah, judiciously. “In any event, Henry arrived at Amanda’s hotel to find an exclusive ball in ...

... progress. Her parents, Lord and Lady de Waynflete, had thrown it to entertain the top British and American brass. He wasn’t an officer, so the guards wouldn’t let him enter the hotel. He was on the point of leaving when Amanda saw him and escorted him in. Her parents were furious.”

“A bunch of stuck-up snobs,” I snapped, angered on behalf of my newly discovered grandfather.

“Indeed. All societies are like that, the sooner you learn the better. Thanks to your mother’s success, you’re upper class, and won’t have to fight battles like that.”

“Mom’s success is all because of Jack,” I said.

“The fates were cruel,” said Farah sadly. “They allowed Jack to elevate and rescue everyone around him. But not himself. All he owned when he died was his father’s watch.”

“My dad was a prince,” I said fiercely. “No matter what anyone else says about him.”

Farah reached over and petted my hair.

“Your mannerisms are so like his,” she said. Her voice was soft, and her eyes were moist. “No one could doubt you’re a Grierson.” She cleared her throat. “To go on. When Amanda stopped her parents from having Henry thrown out, they got her to take him out of reception hall, out of sight.”

“How kind of them,” I said, sarcastically.

“She took him up to their hotel suite. Once there, she tried to get Henry to agree to apologize and get off. ‘I won’t apologize,’ he said. ‘Not for beating up your brother, and certainly not for fucking you.’ He knew she wanted him – and he acted on his ...