The Saint rose lazily to his feet as Grady’s eyes flashed with angry suspicion from Nelson to his daughter.
“What’s the meaning of this?” bellowed the promoter, kicking his chair away and coming out from behind his desk.
Connie’s lips parted to speak, but Nelson stepped forward before she could say a word.
“You’d better ask me that, Mr Grady,” he said, and glanced at the Saint. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were here, or we’d have waited.”
“All right!” Grady roared. “Then I’m askin’ you! What the hell do you mean bustin’ into my office? And how many times have I got to be tellin’ you to keep away from my daughter, you penny-ante palooka!”
“Don’t you dare talk to him like that!” Connie cried, her green eyes flashing angrily. “I’m going to marry him right after the fight, with or without your permission!”
Grady’s mouth dropped open. He swallowed.
“The hell you say,” he finally choked out.
“Perhaps,” Simon murmured, “you family people would like to be alone.”
He edged toward the door, but Nelson grabbed his arm.