Page 24 of Accepting Fate

I expect to see a text from Laura checking on me, but I see a text from a number that isn’t saved. I hope it’s Grayson, but my guard is up in case it’s not.

Unknown Number: Wouldn’t dream of it Angel.

Yeah, that’s Grayson. The text screams his calm but confident personality. I save the number in my phone and send him a text back before heading to the kitchen to start making myself dinner.

Logan: Angel? I thought someone as artsy and manly as you would come up with something more creative than that.

Setting my phone on the island, I turn on the speaker and music filters throughout the room. The rain has stopped, and the sun is out. If I didn’t just get a tattoo, I would be halfway up a mountain right now.

Just as I put the chicken in the oven, my phone vibrates on the counter. Butterflies fill my stomach. It’s probably Harper but I want it to be Grayson. He wasn’t wrong when he said he hasn’t had that easy of a conversation in a while because I feel the same way. The men that approach me when H and I go out are drunk off their asses and never make it more than five words without staring at my tits. Not that I would ever entertain a random guy in a bar, but sometimes it would be nice to have a semi-intelligent man think he can take me home.

Grayson scares me. I can tell by the little time I’ve spent with him that he would be hard to let go. He’s charming but has an edge to him.

He oozes sex. I mean that dude looks like he could kill you with his bare hands but also would stop in the middle of the road to help an old lady cross the street.

Maybe Harper is right. Maybe I should let this man rock my world a few times. I could de-stress and see what that giant is hiding underneath those clothes.

Slow down horndog, I tell myself.

Grayson said drinks. Drinks could be friendly or could lead to more. I know one thing though, I don’t think I could be friends with Grayson. Besides the fact that I’m insanely attracted to him, I can tell he's the type of person that once you get a grip of them, you don’t let go.

I need to stop overthinking everything and stop playing so scared.

Taking a deep breath, I grab my phone off the counter. A smile spreads across my face when I see that it’s Grayson.

Grayson: Is that a compliment Angel? You think I’m manly and artsy. I’m flattered. I can’t wait to go home and write it in my diary.

I laugh.

Logan: Tone down the cockiness Giant. Seriously though. Angel? Did you forget my name and had to come up with a nickname?

Typing bubbles appear on the screen.

Grayson: Giant? Hardly. You’re just pint sized.

Pint-sized? Maybe if he wasn’t so fucking tall, he would see I’m in the average height range for women. Before I can respond another text comes through.

Grayson: I could never forget your name Logan. What’s wrong with Angel?

Logan: Nothing is wrong with it. I just want to know why you called me that.

Grayson: I’ll tell you one day. Keep ya coming back. Did you make it home okay?

Why can’t he be an asshole? My standards must be on the floor if I am swooning at a guy asking if I made it home okay.

Logan: Yup. Cooking dinner as we speak.

Grayson: Good. What’s for dinner?

Logan: Chicken and rice. Boring but it tastes good and makes easy meals to prep for work.

Grayson: Sounds good. So how far in advance do you know your schedule?

Logan: I’ll know more when I go in and speak to my head RN.

Grayson: Alright Angel, let me know when your next free day is so we can pick a day to go get those drinks.

Logan: I will.

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