Previously...

"Hey, Grace! Did you get the last of the wrapping paper?"

Grace double checked. "Yep, but it's likely that Xander's got a few pieces hidden somewhere."

"OK. I'll go and have a look." Tayler bounded inside, in pursuit of the cheerful little birthday boy. Grace straightened up, and was suddenly face to face with Ingrid. The petite blonde smiled.
"Hello, Grace. It's nice to talk to you, alone."

The tone of Ingrid's voice warned Grace more than anything, and she quickly stepped backwards.
"What is it, Ingrid?"
Ingrid frowned. "I just came to warn you. Keep your hands off Marcus. Yeah, I know, I did leave, and you moved in for the kill, but I'm back. So stay away or you will be very sorry." Ingrid spun around and walked away.

Grace was too shocked to speak. Slowly, she began to walk back to the house. She considered ringing Marcus, but decided against it. He had enough on his plate already, and after she let him go back to Ingrid, she wasn't ready to talk with him. Grace slowly walked inside, past Jaz and Ben who were having a cuddle in the lounge room, and found Regan in the study.

"Hey, Regan."
Regan looked up. "Hello, Grace. What's happening...?" Regan stopped when she looked at Grace. "What's wrong?"
Grace told Regan of her mainly one-sided conversation with Ingrid. Regan shook her head when Grace finished.
"Grace, she is probably just worried that Marcus still has feelings for you. She may have done the same thing to him, but much gentler. For now, just stay away from both of them."
"Fine by me. I'm going to the pub." Grace walked outside, to Regan's protests, and hopped into her old Ford ute. She started the ute up and was on her way.