Gina Quinn had barely glanced at her granddaughter a moment ago, but the child was still very much on her mind. Pulling out her phone, she dialed her son’s number.
“Ian, I saw Eleanor Sutton and Evelyn at school just now. Could you ask Eleanor to bring Evelyn over to our place for dinner tonight?”
“Sure, I’ll mention it to her,” Ian Goodwin replied without hesitation.
“Oh, and another thing—I saw Xavier Vaughn getting into Eleanor’s car. What’s going on between them?” Gina couldn’t help but pry.
Xavier and Ian had grown up together; now that Xavier and Eleanor seemed close, Gina found the whole situation a bit odd.
There was a brief pause on the other end before Ian answered, his tone cool. “Mom, this isn’t something you need to worry about.”
Gina’s chest tightened. “Are you aware that the Vaughns want to discuss a possible engagement with our family?”
Ian had been swamped with work and traveling lately, so he hadn’t heard that the Vaughns’ elders were considering such a match. Still, he knew that with Xavier newly installed as head of the family, forging alliances through marriage wasn’t unusual.
“Mom, Serena and Xavier aren’t right for each other.”
Gina immediately protested. “Why not? I’ve watched Xavier grow up—he’s practically family. There’s nothing about Serena that wouldn’t suit him!”
“Feelings can’t be forced, Mom. I have to get to a meeting. Talk later.”
The call ended abruptly. Gina stared at her phone, then glanced back in the direction of the kindergarten, sighing deeply.
She really did miss her granddaughter.
At that moment, Eleanor was asking Xavier where he wanted to go and offering to give him a ride.
“Just let me out by the curb,” Xavier said.
Eleanor flicked on the turn signal and pulled over. Xavier looked at her, his gaze steady. “I overheard Gina earlier. She said she hoped you and Ian would get back together. Are you… considering it?”
Eleanor answered without hesitation. “Absolutely not.”
“Not true,” Xavier replied flatly.
“Serena’s a lovely girl, you know. Honestly, you two—”
Xavier cut him off. “That’s the family’s idea, not mine. I won’t agree to it.”
Henry chuckled. “If you’re still hoping to win Eleanor back, then best of luck to you.”
Xavier set the phone aside as sunlight streamed through the car window, casting shifting patterns across his handsome features. He let out a quiet sigh.
…
When Eleanor arrived at Meridian Dynamics, she went straight into the morning meeting. Faye Yeaton, who had stumbled during her last big presentation, seemed to have found her footing again. The haughtiness she’d once carried had faded considerably.
After the meeting, Byron Chase called out to her, “Eleanor, stop by my office when you get a chance.”

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