Darren gave him a curious look, the question drawn on his raised brow.
"I'm sorry, do you know me?" he asked him.
"Yeah. You're Darren Steele." Grant said, completely in disbelief that he was sitting next to the men that he'd been trying to speak to for weeks.
The same man he was just talking about.
"I was... I was at your company launch party."
Darren frowned. "Wow. I didn't know Rachel sent invitations to kids too. Unless—"
He narrowed his eyes at the boy. That curly brown hair, the quality of the suit, the place they were in.
"Hah!" Darren chuckled. "No way. You're Grant Hayes. Heir of Golden Hay. You don't look like you're enjoying the party."
Grant huffed. "I'm just not much of a party person. I can't believe it's really you. I've been wanting to talk to you for so long."
Darren's brow rose again, intrigued. "Talk to me? I'm not like your long lost elder brother and the true heir, am I?"
