Page 172 of Guarding Grace
“I’ll see what I can do.” I was willing to bet his idea was a year of sexual favors. Which didn’t sound too bad.
“I’ve got to go,” he told me.
“When will you be home?” God, as soon as I said it I realized how clingy I sounded, and I was not clingy.
“Soon as I can, Kitten.”
I could listen to him call me Kitten all day long.
“Oh, and I have a surprise for you,” he added.
“What kind of surprise?”
“You’ll just have to wait.”
I sighed. “You’re mean.”
“The meanest.”
Deb made hand motions at me, but I couldn’t bring myself to sign off with my first love-you. “See you soon.”
“Count on it.”
I hung up, feeling like I might float away—finally free of the danger Elliot had put me in.
“You’re dumb as a rock,” Deb said.
The other two nodded.
“I’m just looking out for myself, like I always have.” Things had been both crazy bad and crazy good this last week. I needed some time to settle.
Deb shook her head.
Constance rolled her eyes and picked up her phone. “He’s my teammate. I have to.”
“Have to what?”
Serena patted my arm. “Having a man in your life means not being alone. It means being a team. It means you’re not the only one looking out for you.”
“Hey, Terry. Just a heads-up, Grace wants to move back to her apartment,” Constance said into her phone. A second later she held it awayfrom her ear, and we all heard the yelling. “I’ll tell her,” she called as she hung up. “He’s not happy.”
“How could you?” I demanded.
Deb and Serena had smug smiles.
Constance put her phone down. “I told you. He’s my teammate, and I have to have his back.”
I seethed and looked over at the group. “I thought you guys would have my back.”
Deb shook her head. “Don’t look at me. He’s my brother.”
Serena backed her chair away. “He’s my man’s teammate too, and besides, in my book you’re making a big mistake.”
I blew out a big breath and stood. “Thanks for nothing.”
Leaving the table, I wondered how much time I had to pack before Hurricane Terry rolled in.
Terry
