Page 34 of Please, Stay

Becky pointed at Cameron. “You were going to write him a ticket for not having a helmet when he had a helmet?”

Cameron pinched the bridge of his nose. “It has to be on his head.”

Becky crossed her arms. “Cameron Dempsey, do you mean to say that you thought that Juliana should ride without a helmet on the back of the motorcycle? She’s family! You should bethankingHenry for forgoing his own safety to ensure that Jules was safe.”

“I suspect he knows the rules, Becky.”

“Um, yeah. Obviously, he knows the rules of chivalry, which,” she said with a raised voice as she poked Cameron in the chest, “you do not. How the hell did you snag such a genius like Addie?”

Becky turned back to Grayson. “Thank you for making sure Juliana made it home safely.”

Grayson’s lips twitched, but he didn’t crack a smile. He rested a hand along Juliana’s thigh under the table. She didn’t have much of an appetite for chili, with his warm fingers skimming up and down her leg.

A tinkling chime sounded from Juliana’s phone. Grayson reached back and grabbed it from the counter behind him. “Eliza wants a video conference.”

Becky clapped her hands together. “You answer it, so she can see Grayson!”

Grayson? How did she know? Juliana took the phone.

Becky rolled her eyes. “Please, I knew it was Grayson Moore a few minutes after meeting him that first day. Long before Cameron told me after your date. Addie spilled the beans. C’mon. Do it! Eliza will freak!”

Juliana shrugged at Grayson. His call, but Becky confirmed the second reason they’d never live together. Her ability to keep a secret would drive Juliana crazy.

Grayson leaned back and answered the video conference call. “Hello,” he said, his dark, Spanish features serious.

“Well, hi there. Is Jules—” Eliza’s voice skidded to a halt.

Grayson’s eyebrows drew together. “Juliana, I don’t think your sister is breathing.”

Juliana angled the phone in her direction. Eliza’s mouth hung open, her face pale.

“Inhale, Eliza.”

“What the hell, Jules?” She pointed. Grayson had shifted in his seat to be included in the camera frame. “Is that? You said you liked a guy named Henry. He looks. I mean, exactly, really, looks—”

“Eliza, you’re not making any sense.” Juliana’s cheeks began to hurt from containing her laughter.

“Is that Grayson Moore?” Eliza whispered right as Grayson pressed his lips to Juliana’s temple. A smile was inevitable now.

But showing off Grayson would have to wait. “I have big news.”

“Bigger than the fact a movie star just kissed you? Or the fact there’s a man within ten feet? I can only assume this is behind Dad’s back.”

“You know he’d flip.”

Grayson nudged her shoulder. “Tell her about Ms. Iris.”

“Right.”

His lips brushed her temple again.

Eliza squealed.

“Get it together, Eliza,” Cameron said in between bites of chili.

“I’m good.” Eliza waved her hands in the air, but the big, cheesy grin stayed in place. “Now, what about Ms. Iris?”

Juliana sat up straight and leaned forward, a little away from Grayson so she could think. “Carrie will go undercover and pretend that Ms. Iris is babysitting her. Then, she’ll introduce her to Dad. Carrie looks identical to you. The black hair and green eyes. And both of you favor Mom so much. Ms. Iris thinks it will trigger Dad’s memories.”

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