My Daughter Brought Her Fiancé Home to Meet Me Before the Wedding – The Moment She Left the Room, He Said, ‘I Did My Part of the Deal, Now It’s Your Turn’

I froze.

“What deal?”

He gave a quick, nervous laugh.

“Mercy, please. Don’t tell me Henry didn’t explain any of this to you.”

My hands went cold against the table.

“What are you talking about?”

“You really don’t know?”

“Know what?”

Graham stared at me.

One horrifying possibility came to mind immediately.

Henry.

Had he done something?

Paid Graham?

Made some kind of arrangement?

My chair scraped backward.

“If somebody offered you money to date my daughter…”

Any trace of humor disappeared from Graham’s face.

“What?”

“If Henry promised you something…”

“Mercy, no.”

I stood.

“Then what deal are you talking about?”

“Oh God.” Graham rubbed one hand over his face. “That’s what you thought?”

“Tell me what I’m supposed to think.”

He glanced toward the hallway.

“Not here.”

“You don’t get to say something like that in my house and then tell me