Meredith Calloway
I didn’t hand over the rest of the estate folder.
Grant’s eyes flicked across the page until they reached the legal description of the property.
His expression changed so suddenly that Olivia turned to examine him.
“You remember signing the occupancy agreement?” I asked.
Grant gripped the pages.
“Your aunt said it was temporary.”
“You told me you paid for this house.”
“I paid the bills.”