Page 41 of The Proposal Pact
“Oh, hell no,” I hear Luke grumble, and then suddenly I’m moving through the space a whole lot faster. “Sorry, Soph, no time for a concert. We’re here already.”
“Are we home?” I try to turn my head, but Luke won’t let me.
“Sophie, for the love of all that’s holy, please, just stay still so I can get you up and into your apartment in one piece.”
“Fine, fine,” I grumble.
A second later, my ride gets a lot bumpier, my stomach hitting against Luke’s shoulder with each step he takes, and it rumbles. “I’m hungry.” I sigh.
“I’ll make you a sandwich right now,” Grace says, and I smile at my bestie.
“I love you. You are like the bestest. You know that?”
“Oh, she sure is,” Luke says.
“Is that sarcasm I detect in your voice?” I ask. “Because I don’t appreciate you talking like that to my bestie.”
“Noted. There.” He sets me down and I stumble a little. “Whoa, hold onto me, please.”
“I told you, I’m not drunk! I was upside down for too long.”
“Yep, I’m surethat’sthe problem here. Grace, hand me her keys please.”
“Oh, it’s not closed,” I tell him and push my front door open, stepping inside.
“Of course, it’s not. Why would it be?”
“Exactly,” I point a finger to him and sigh. I guess the party is really over. I fall to my brand-new couch.
“Here’s that sandwich, sweetie.” I prop open my eyes, not realizing they were closed in the first place to see Grace set a plate in front of me.
“Aww, you’re feeding me now. You’re like a proper adult! A real mama. You’ll make a great mama, you know that, Grace?”
She smiles, brushing my hair off my face.
“Are you going to be fine here, tonight? Maybe I should stay over?”
“Nah.” I wave her off. “Luke already wants to kill me assassination style, and if I keep you overnight too, I don’t think I’ll see the light of day.”
Gracie laughs at my comment.
“Mm-hmm, that’s hilarious, wild one. We’ll see who’ll be laughing in a bit.”
“Fine.” She bites her lip. “Go to bed and I’ll check in on you tomorrow morning.”
“Sounds good.” I give her thumbs up and with a last kiss on my forehead, they head out.
Well, I don’t want to go to sleep yet. What should I do? Oh, I should call my brother and tell him he’s an idiot! Yep, I totally should.
He was being a very big butt to me today but man, he makes the best grilled cheese EVER! And now I’m hungry again.
Oh, scratch the call, I should go see if they make a better grilled cheese here! Now that will rub it in his face. Yep!
My mind made up, I look for my shoes but can’t find them anywhere. Where did Grace put my shoes? Oh, screw it, Julie says walking barefoot is good for you.
Grilled cheese, here I come.
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