Sarah POVAfter the auction, we were left to ourselves while trays of champagne and canapés seemed to float through the air. Grace was approached by a friend from her old school, and the girls talked with him while I turned to Zane.“Did you not feel there was something off about the auction?” I ask

“I’m coming on too strong,” Scott said, looking contrite.“A bit.”“My apologies. But I have to confess, you just make me forget myself.”Yeah, blame me, I thought. At least he wasn’t trying to spin me again.“Let me make you a different kind of offer,” he said next, turning us again to steer us awa