Larissa's POV
"Your grandmother turned out to be surprisingly lovely," I commented while settling onto the edge of his leather sofa.
"Sabrina has always been good at reading people." Carson worked at loosening his tie, and I found myself watching the fluid movement of his fingers. "She took a liking to you."
"Ella certainly did not."
"Ella despises everyone." He lowered himself beside me, positioning himself close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. "Don't let it get under your skin."
I lifted the whiskey glass again, allowing the liquid to steady my frayed nerves. "So what happens now?"
Carson raised an eyebrow. "Sleep, unless you're thinking of something different?"
My cheeks flushed with warmth. "That wasn't what I was getting at. I meant what comes next in this whole arrangement? We've done the family introduction, so what follows?"
