Page 106 of Resisting the Grump

“Absolutely,” he said. “My best laid plans.”

My toes wiggled in my fuzzy slippers as a smile snuck across my face.

“Everyone will realize I was right when they wake up tomorrow morning without unfinished business.”

“Unfinished business is the worst.”

“Agreed.”

“Well, thanks for the heads-up. I’ll make sure my schedule is clear so you can spoil me.”

“Perfect,” he said. “In the meantime…”

“Yes?”

“I was going to ask a favor of you, but I’m having second thoughts.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, I just got a text from DHL saying they’re on their way to my place, and I was going to ask them to drop off my package at yours, but—”

“That’s fine.”

“I don’t know,” he said. “If you’re in your silk pajamas pumping heavenly scents out of your apartment, it seems crazy to send another man to your door.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll put on a robe.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” he asked. “You do realize a robe does absolutely nothing to disguise how beautiful you are. If anything, it makes you look even more like a gift that’s worth unwrapping.”

“I promise I won’t run away with the delivery guy.”

“Even if he’s wearing tight shorts?”

I laughed. “Especially if he’s wearing tight shorts. What kind of question is that?”

“I know your mind fills with filth when you catch me in mine.”

“That’s because I know what’s underneath yours.”

“I see,” he said. “So you don’t have a fetish for men in tight shorts?”

“No,” I said, throwing my smiling eyes towards the sky. “I do not.”

“Okay. In that case, I’ll tell him he can leave the package with my favorite neighbor.”

“Sounds good,” I said. “What’s being delivered?”

“Sorry, one sec.” He must’ve lowered his phone to his chest because I could hear him talking to someone, but the sound was too muffled to hear what he was saying. “I have to go, Avery. Can’t be the asshole who made everyone stay late on a Friday and then be the last one back on set after the break.”

“Good idea. Hope you finish up soon, and I’ll listen out for the door.”

“Thanks, babe.”

I hung up the phone and ached at the absence of his voice. It was such a strange sensation, longing for someone you were in a relationship with.

When I recalled the relationships I had in the past, I could see now that I’d never really fallen for anyone. Not hard, and not for real.

Granted, I’d talked myself into giving guys a chance, hoping logic would lead to love. But I could see now how foolish it was to believe I could think myself into having feelings for a person.

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