Page 13 of True Hearts

“Dylan?” I ask. That is the only Wolfson I know.

“Yes, ma’am.” Wadsworth nods.

“Luna,” I remind him. I think it’s a habit for him to be so formal.

“I’ll call down to security. They probably tried to call me but I blocked them.” Graham pulls out his phone, heading toward the front of the house as he tells them to let his friend through the gate. I have no choice but to go with him. His hand is still holding mine tightly.

There is a giant pile of boxes sitting next to the front door. “You think my nail stuff is in one of these?” I ask when he gets off the phone.

“Likely. I’ll have them all taken to your room.”

“All?”

“Maybe I ordered you some other things,” he says nonchalantly, as though there isn’t a huge pile of boxes.

“Other things?” I gape at him. “There are like thirty boxes here.” He shrugs. “Graham! Have you lost your mind?”

“Nat is with Dylan. They’ll be here in a second.”

“You think I won’t fight with you in front of them?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Good point. You did burn all of Michael’s things in front of his home.” I notice how he never calls him my ex or fiancé.

“That should be a red flag for you.”

“I have gift receipts,” Graham says almost smugly. I burst into laughter.

“That’s not funny,” I say, continuing to laugh.

“I can have them emailed to you, but there are also copies in the boxes.” I can’t help but find this endearing, and can’t bring myself to be upset with him for ordering me all of these things. Once again, he’s going out of his way to try to make me happy.

“Graham.” I shake my head, still laughing, as the front door opens to reveal both Dylan and Nat.

“Well, I guess she’s alive.” Nat glares at me with her hands on her hips.

“What?” I stand up straighter. Nat could be the mother hen of our group. Frankie is more likely to punch someone in the face to come to your defense, but you can talk her into some shenanigans.

“We couldn’t get a hold of you.” She comes over and wraps me up in a hug. Crap, I forgot about my phone. Who forgets about their phone? I gave it to Graham days ago.

“Sorry.”

“With how hard you’re laughing, don't be. I thought I was going to find you upset.” She steps back. “I don’t know, actually. You never loved that Michael dipshit, but everything around that relationship with you was weird.”

“I know.”

She’s not wrong. I’d made being engaged my whole personality. I finally fit. I wasn’t going to be the poor girl anymore that no one wanted. I should have known it was all wrong when it didn't bother me when Michael never pushed for more beyond a few chaste kisses. I pretended in my head it was because I was doing this all the proper way and waiting for marriage.

Bunch of bullshit, which is clear after one kiss with Graham and how it melted all my insides. Then the way he kissed me like he couldn't wait anymore either. That was the first real rush of feeling wanted I’ve ever felt. I just never really experienced it, so I hadn’t realized.

“Now tell me everything.” Nat’s eyes bounce between Graham and me. “How did you lovebirds connect?”

My stomach drops as I glance at Graham, wondering what he might say. I didn’t think Nat would put together that Graham and I had done anything. We only kissed two seconds ago. Will he correct her and say we’re only friends?

Do I want him to?

ChapterEleven

GRAHAM

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