I glanced over at her. “What’s sad?”
She looked up at me with eyes full of sorrow. “To be told your father was someone he wasn’t and finding out the father you do have doesn’t want you. That would make anyone unhappy. Then to see that father adore another daughter while he barely acknowledges you. That has to cut deep. I imagine she has suffered from a lot of emotional wounds in life.”
Was she really making excuses for Nan? No one had an excuse for being evil and cruel. Yet here Reese was, feeling sorry for her, even after working as Nan’s housemaid for a short time and experiencing her ugliness firsthand. Reese was being understanding of why Nan was the way she was.
“You might change your mind after you’ve spent more time with her. If that ever happens.”
“Won’t she be at the party?”
I doubted it. “Before Grant met Harlow, he had a thing with Nan. When Grant fell in love with Harlow, that didn’t help Nan’s hatred for her. The fact that Nan donated blood to Harlow when she was giving birth to Lila Kate made a huge difference and at least showed a little humanity. But I doubt that’s enough for Grant to invite her to his daughter’s birthday. Besides, Kiro and Nan don’t get along. Every time they’re in the same room, it usually ends in screaming.”
Reese didn’t ask me anything else, but I could tell her wheels were turning. She was trying to put this all together so that it made sense. Problem was, nothing with this side of my family made sense. Kiro had fucked it all up years ago. Harlow and her daughter were all I cared about on this side of my family. And Grant, at times. He’d proven worthy of my sister, but I was still watching him. I’d kill him if he ever hurt her.
Reese
I had cleaned fabulous houses before, but none of them compared to this one. The Finlays’ place was massive and gorgeous. It sat directly on the water, and expensive cars filled the driveway. We were staying with Grant and Harlow, but they had left early to get things ready. We had offered to keep Lila Kate, but Grant said she’d get fussy if he wasn’t close by. Mase said it was more likely that Grant would get fussy. Watching Grant Carter with his daughter, as she wobbled around, trying to walk, was adorable. He hovered over her constantly, ready to catch her if she fell at any moment. The few times she did fall, he reacted lightning-fast, swooping her up and checking her out while kissing her little chubby knees.
“Kiro’s here. He must have Dean with him, since they brought the limo,” Mase said without emotion.
I was going to meet two of the music industry’s legends, but Mase was unimpressed. Then again, if Kiro had ignored him most of his life, I understood why he wasn’t excited about seeing the man. I wasn’t sure I was going to like him, anyway. He had a lot counting against him in my eyes.
Before I could step out of the Mercedes, Mase was there to give me a hand and help me down. I let him help me, since I was holding the large pink-and-brown polka-dot box with Lila Kate’s birthday present in it. We had gone shopping in Dallas to find the perfect present for his niece’s first birthday. When we saw a pair of pink cowboy boots with a matching pink leather hat, Mase had insisted we buy both of them. They were perfect gifts for Lila Kate from her uncle Mase.
I had bought her a plush horse that she could carry around to go with her new outfit. Mase had said that he would teach her to ride one day, but after watching Grant with his daughter, I doubted Lila Kate would ever get on the back of a horse. I didn’t think Grant could handle that.
“Let’s go party,” Mase said with a wink.
I smoothed out my yellow sundress after he took the present from my hands. It was a luau, so I had dressed in my best beach dress and a pair of strappy sandals. Harlow had been dressed similarly, so I wasn’t worried about being underdressed for this party.
“There are a lot of people here,” I said, looking around at the cars that kept arriving.
“Yeah, Grant’s been in Rosemary Beach most of his life. He’s friends with everyone.”
Mase knocked once, and a woman who could have been a Victoria’s Secret Angel opened the door, smiling brightly. “Mase, hello,” she said, then turned her striking green eyes to me. “Hi, Reese. How have you been?”
“Thank you for having me, Blaire. It’s wonderful to see you again.”
Blaire stood back and waved us in. “Me, you, Harlow, Bethy, and Della need to have a girl day soon. Even if we need to fly to Texas to do it,” Blaire said, sounding determined.
I had never had a girl day. That sounded like fun.
“Harlow is out at the pool. Grant has Lila Kate in the pool with Rush and Nate. Y’all go on out there and see everyone. I’m on door duty right now. I’ll take the gift and put it with the others.”
“Thanks, Blaire,” Mase said, then placed a hand on my lower back to lead me through the Finlays’ breathtaking home toward an impressive back patio, with stairs that led down to a pool that looked like it belonged at a luxury resort.
There were people everywhere. Some of the women were in bikinis, while others were dressed in short sundresses like mine. The men who wore swim trunks all looked like fitness models. I scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face other than Harlow’s.
My eyes landed on someone I hadn’t expected to see here. Lounging in a chair in a pair of swim trunks, showing off a tan that most of the other men didn’t have, he looked like he lived on a boat. His hair was exactly as I remembered it from the barbecue. Brown with highlights, pulled back in a messy ponytail that looked like he hadn’t brushed it. Even with aviators on, I could feel his gaze locked on me. What the heck was he doing here?
“Mase, it’s so good to see you,” a female voice said from behind us, and I turned to see a face I recognized. I’d met Della Kerrington before, but this time, she was holding a small bundle in a blue blanket.
“And Reese,” she said. Her genuine smile made me feel immediately comfortable around her. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
Mase nodded his head at the baby in her arms. “Congratulations. I heard the little guy was born last month.”
Della gazed down at the bundle and smiled. “Yes. He came a month early, but he’s perfect, and I can’t remember ever being this happy. He completes us.”
“What’s his name?” Mase asked.
“Cruz,” she said, looking back up at us. “Cruz Woods Kerrington.”
“Cool name. I like it,” Mase replied.