Page 21 of UnLucky Christmas
I follow her out of the living room down another hallway.
She opens two large French-style doors into an office. We both stop when we notice Grant sitting on one of the white couches. He has a laptop open on his lap.
“Grant, I thought you left,” Macy exclaims sounding shocked he’s still here.
He shakes his head. “I was just following up on some emails.”
His eyes scan over me. “What are you ladies up to?”
I look around the office. I absolutely love the way she’s decorated this room. One of the walls is floor to ceiling windows. The room is filled with lush white couches, a white marble desk in one corner, with a pink office chair. I would live in here if I could.
“I wanted to show Whitney some pictures of Mom’s Christmas décor,” Macy tells him.
A pained expression washes over his face.
“I can leave if you want,” he says. “It was just quieter in here.”
She grasps his shoulders. “You can stay—although I wish you would be more social.”
He makes a face. “Sure. Your friends would love that.”
She moves toward one of the shelves.
“Well, if you’d loosen up a bit, then they might.” Macy continues.
He lifts his chin defiantly. “I’m very pleasant to be around.”
Macy snorts as she locates a large photo album.
“Come look at these, Whitney.”
As I walk toward her, I glance at Grant out of the corner of my eye. I can’t help but notice he’s removed his tie, revealing the top of his muscular chest.
“Look at these trees,” Macy says, holding up the album.
Wow, she’s right. They are some of the most exquisite Christmas trees I’ve ever seen. And next to the tree is a stunning woman who looks just like Macy.
“Is that your mom?”
Macy nods and smiles. “Yes, wasn’t she a hottie.”
“Beautiful.”
“Macy,” a voice calls.
“In the office.”
“Kurt and Jill are leaving,” the voice says.
“Oh, I’ll be back,” she says, handing me the photos.
I silently flip through the pages until Grant finally speaks up.
“So, what do you think of Chad?” he asks. “I’m guessing my sister is trying to set you two up.”
My mouth drops open in surprise.
“Well, we just met, but I like him,” I reply. “He’s very sweet.”
