Violette’s fingers tapped the door handle slowly. It was a nervous tendency she had as a child, one that was now resurfacing. The conversation that awaited her at home had her anxious.

The afternoon had quickly passed by with Grayson. They were now zipping in and out of traffic at a speed faster than Violette would ever attempt. Grayson was not fazed by it as his cool fingers remained locked in her own through the drive.

“What are you nervous about?” His smooth voice sounded beside her.

Violette continued her tapping and looked out her window. “I’m not nervous.”

Tap, tap, tap.

Grayson chuckled lowly, “Then why the fingers?”

Violette stopped her tell-tale tapping, and gripped the handle tightly instead. “My mom can be a little, umm… excitable about things.”

That’s an understatement! Violette thought to herself.

Grayson nodded his head and glanced at her grinning. “Don’t worry, I am not that easily scared off. And, I have already met your family before, remember?”

The words comforted her slightly, but Violette was still nervous. “I know. Oh hey, by the way… what does my family know? I mean why was Jack so willing to let me go with an almost complete stranger?”

The wicked smile she was becoming very familiar with overtook his handsome face. “Not much, that we met at the coffee house. But you told them that. Oh, and that we were lovers in your past life a few centuries ago.”

Violette’s eyes narrowed as she stared at the laughing Grayson. “Not funny.”

He calmed his voice and raised her hand to his lips, quickly kissing her knuckles. “Silly Violette, Jack was preoccupied when I arrived with a young nurse. That, and I have a suspicion that your family likes me.”

Grayson winked at Violette before turning his attention back to the road. Violette thought about what he said, of course her family liked Grayson. Who wouldn’t? She was sure he was quite possibly the most charming man she had ever met, if not the best looking.

The afternoon that had passed sitting together in front of the fireplace, was the happiest she had ever been. Violette spent the rest of the drive back trying to permanently burn every detail into her memory. It was all so unbelievable, yet she knew she never doubted a word Grayson told her.