you came to your senses.”
“I’m on my own porch, Laurelai.”
“Yes, well. When the children arrive, we’ll do the toast, and then you’ll hand Cullen the keys. You can say a few words if you like. Keep it short. People have had a long drive.”
“Of course,” I said.
She looked at Graham.
“And who is this?”
“Graham Whitlock,” said Graham pleasantly, not getting up. “I’m Mrs. Vance’s attorney.”
Laurelai’s smile flickered. Just for a second.
“How nice,” she said. And she walked away.
By four o’clock, there were
