Page 184 of The Gilded Blade
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Oh, Grayson.Some people were simply meant to be—in a way that transcended romance, in a way most people probably couldn’t even describe.
“It goes both ways, Ms. Grambs,” Grayson said, and then suddenly, I was standing right next to Jameson.
Avery Kylie Grambs. A very risky gamble.We still hadn’t come up with a good anagram forAvery Kylie HawthorneorAvery Kylie Grambs HawthorneorAvery Grambs Hawthorneor whatever name I decided to take on next. But I’d hated wedding planning, and I didn’twantthe wedding of the century. I wantedthis.
“You,” I told Jameson, “are in so much trouble.”
“Always,” Jameson murmured.
Always trouble. Always… this. Always… us. All of us.
“A chaos of Hawthornes,” I murmured back, “indeed.”
