James PoV
“Do you know these young men, sweetheart?” the old man asks her.
Giselle gulps as she looks at Ethan, then at the man next to her, then back at us.
“Yes.” She finally replies.
“Good afternoon, I am Arthur Eaton.”
He holds his hand out for a handshake and walks closer to us. Or should I say tries to walk towards us. He is struggling to walk, and the fifteen feet distance seems insurmountable to his tired body.
Andrew, ever so cordial, covers the distance between us and shakes his hand.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Eaton. I am Andrew Hudson. Giselle, you never told us that your grandfather is THE real estate Mogul!?”
“Oh. No young man. I am her boyfriend.” Eaton replies chuckling.
My mouth drops open in shock. The man is at least thirty or forty years older than her!
I glance at
