It was late at night and nobody was home. Luis carried Grace back to his room, laid her down on the couch, lifted her coat, frowned, and examined her carefully. "What are you looking at?" Grace asked awkwardly.

Luis looked up at her and asked in a low voice, "Did you hurt anything?"

Grace paused and shook her head nervously. "No, I'm fine..."

She looked deeply at Luis and felt a pang in her heart. When something like this happens, most men would ask why. She had already had misunderstandings with Bryan, and now Hamton, did he really have no suspicions?

His old temper would have called for a stern...