gaining a grandchild.
“A grandchild?” His first. He felt overwhelmed. So damned happy.
“Yes, Dad,” Jace said, grinning and wrapping his arms around Shana’s waist. “A grandchild. Another Granger.”
Fourteen
T here was a knock on Caden’s office door. “Come in.”
Dalton walked in, smiling. “It’s all set.”
Caden leaned back in his chair. “What is?”
“Our celebration for Jace and Shana. We’re taking them out to dinner Saturday night.”
Caden lifted a brow. “We are?”
“Yes. Don’t you remember? I mentioned it this morning, and you said for me to go ahead and plan it.”
No, Caden didn’t remember. But then, his mind hadn’t been working right since Sandra Timmons’s visit and the bombshell she had dropped. And then there was that incident earlier today when he had dropped by the wine shop. Shiloh had let him know in no uncertain terms that she had not forgiven him. She even told him she had a date for Saturday night. Those words had been like a knife in his heart.
“Caden?”
He drew in a deep breath and met Dalton’s gaze. “To be quite honest with you, I don’t remember discussing anything about it with you. But it doesn’t matter. Sorry. What do you have planned?”
Dalton looked at him strangely for a second before saying, “Dinner Saturday night at the Matador. The four of us. Reservations have been made for six-thirty.”
“Fine. I’ll be there.”
He expected Dalton to leave, but when he continued to sit there and stare at him, Caden asked, “Is there something else?”
“Yes, there is.”
“What?”
“I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes, and—”
“Sometimes?”
“Okay, probably the majority of the time, but I care about you, man. You’re going through something, but you won’t tell me shit. I might not have any answers, but I can listen. Besides, I leveled with you about what was going on with me.”
Caden rolled his eyes. “You really want me to believe you hired a P.I. to find a woman?”
“It’s true. I know that is so not me, but people do strange things at times. And, like I told you, she was hot.” Dalton didn’t say anything for a moment, and then he asked, “So what’s going on with you and Shiloh? I know it has something to do with her, Caden. You can’t be holding a grudge against her because her old man kept her from being friends with us all those years ago. Samuel Timmons was crazy—we all knew that.”
“Is that what you think? That I’m holding a grudge against her?”
“What else could it be when the two of you hadn’t been in contact with each other for years?”
Caden leaned forward in his chair. “That’s where you’re wrong, Dalton. Samuel Timmons tried keeping us apart, and he succeeded for a while. But Shiloh and I finally hooked up years later when she was in her last year of college, and the band and I were beginning the concert tours.”
Seeing the look of surprise in Dalton’s eyes, Caden said, “I might as well start from the beginning.”
Caden began talking, telling Dalton everything, including his and Shiloh’s plans to marry in Vegas, the photographs he’d received and how he had treated Shiloh afterward, believing the worst about her.
He told Dalton about the night Shiloh had come to Sutton Hills and the mean things he’d said to her. He then told him what Sandra Timmons had wanted when she’d shown up to see him that day—the bombshell she had dropped, and how Caden had been trying to make things right with Shiloh ever since. He even told Dalton about going to see her today and her unforgiving attitude...and her date with someone else this weekend.
To Caden’s surprise, Dalton listened without saying a single word, not a one. Caden couldn’t even fathom what his brother was thinking since Dalton’s expression was unreadable. When he finished and Dalton still didn’t say anything, Caden asked, “So you don’t have anything to say?”
Dalton held his gaze. “Oh, I have
“A grandchild?” His first. He felt overwhelmed. So damned happy.
“Yes, Dad,” Jace said, grinning and wrapping his arms around Shana’s waist. “A grandchild. Another Granger.”
Fourteen
T here was a knock on Caden’s office door. “Come in.”
Dalton walked in, smiling. “It’s all set.”
Caden leaned back in his chair. “What is?”
“Our celebration for Jace and Shana. We’re taking them out to dinner Saturday night.”
Caden lifted a brow. “We are?”
“Yes. Don’t you remember? I mentioned it this morning, and you said for me to go ahead and plan it.”
No, Caden didn’t remember. But then, his mind hadn’t been working right since Sandra Timmons’s visit and the bombshell she had dropped. And then there was that incident earlier today when he had dropped by the wine shop. Shiloh had let him know in no uncertain terms that she had not forgiven him. She even told him she had a date for Saturday night. Those words had been like a knife in his heart.
“Caden?”
He drew in a deep breath and met Dalton’s gaze. “To be quite honest with you, I don’t remember discussing anything about it with you. But it doesn’t matter. Sorry. What do you have planned?”
Dalton looked at him strangely for a second before saying, “Dinner Saturday night at the Matador. The four of us. Reservations have been made for six-thirty.”
“Fine. I’ll be there.”
He expected Dalton to leave, but when he continued to sit there and stare at him, Caden asked, “Is there something else?”
“Yes, there is.”
“What?”
“I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes, and—”
“Sometimes?”
“Okay, probably the majority of the time, but I care about you, man. You’re going through something, but you won’t tell me shit. I might not have any answers, but I can listen. Besides, I leveled with you about what was going on with me.”
Caden rolled his eyes. “You really want me to believe you hired a P.I. to find a woman?”
“It’s true. I know that is so not me, but people do strange things at times. And, like I told you, she was hot.” Dalton didn’t say anything for a moment, and then he asked, “So what’s going on with you and Shiloh? I know it has something to do with her, Caden. You can’t be holding a grudge against her because her old man kept her from being friends with us all those years ago. Samuel Timmons was crazy—we all knew that.”
“Is that what you think? That I’m holding a grudge against her?”
“What else could it be when the two of you hadn’t been in contact with each other for years?”
Caden leaned forward in his chair. “That’s where you’re wrong, Dalton. Samuel Timmons tried keeping us apart, and he succeeded for a while. But Shiloh and I finally hooked up years later when she was in her last year of college, and the band and I were beginning the concert tours.”
Seeing the look of surprise in Dalton’s eyes, Caden said, “I might as well start from the beginning.”
Caden began talking, telling Dalton everything, including his and Shiloh’s plans to marry in Vegas, the photographs he’d received and how he had treated Shiloh afterward, believing the worst about her.
He told Dalton about the night Shiloh had come to Sutton Hills and the mean things he’d said to her. He then told him what Sandra Timmons had wanted when she’d shown up to see him that day—the bombshell she had dropped, and how Caden had been trying to make things right with Shiloh ever since. He even told Dalton about going to see her today and her unforgiving attitude...and her date with someone else this weekend.
To Caden’s surprise, Dalton listened without saying a single word, not a one. Caden couldn’t even fathom what his brother was thinking since Dalton’s expression was unreadable. When he finished and Dalton still didn’t say anything, Caden asked, “So you don’t have anything to say?”
Dalton held his gaze. “Oh, I have
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