Page 29 of UnLucky Christmas
I glare at him.Why is he so annoying?
“I don’t know. Macy said she invited a few people to join us.” I pause. “Why do you ask? You seem awfully concerned with Chad’s whereabouts.”
He looks at me over the top of the menu. “Just making conversation.”
I purse my lips. That’s the same thing he said when we were at Macy’s house.
“Okay, I’m done working for the night,” Macy announces. She drops her phone into her bag. “Grant,” she squeals, sliding into the booth next to him, giving him a big hug. “I knew I could drag you here by tempting you with good food.”
“You know me well,” he agrees.
“What were you two chatting about?” she asks.
Grant gives me a smug look, which makes me want to reach across the table and strangle him. “I was just asking Whitney if Chad was coming tonight,” he says. “You know, making conversation.
Macy frowns. “Are you being rude to my friend?”
“I wasn’t,” he insists. “I promise. It was just a question.”
“Is that true?” Macy asks me.
My eyes lock on Grant’s. He isn’t lying.
“Yes, he asked about Chad.”
Macy looks back and forth between us. “Okay. And to answer your question—I don’t think he’s able to make it tonight. It was kind of last minute—so it might just be the four of us.”
The four of us?Lovely.I’m sure a dinner conversation with Grant will be enlightening.
He looks at me and the corner of his mouth curls up. “Works for me.”
“Of course, it does,” Macy says, picking up her menu. “My brother isn’t very social, in case you haven’t noticed. He prefers when there are fewer people around.”
“I’m social when I want to be,” he replies. “And in all seriousness, I’m sorry Chad can’t join us tonight.”
He doesn’t sound the slightest bit convincing.
Macy rolls her eyes as her phone rings from inside her bag.
“It’s Austin,” she says answering it. “Hey, babe. Yes, we’re here now.”
She gets up, and once again I’m alone with Grant
“I have a question for you,” I say, resting my arms on the table. I lean closer to him.
“I’m sure I have an answer,” he replies, a sarcastic tone in his voice.
“Why don’t you and Chad get along?”
He chuckles. “Sweet Chad and I get along just fine.”
I tighten my jaw. “You know, if I’m being honest, it kind of seems like you’re jealous of him.”
He throws his head back in laughter. “Does it really? Why would I be jealous of sweet Chad?”
“Do you want a list of reasons?” I ask.
Macy’s return interrupts our conversation again. “Austin is on his way, but we can go ahead and order.”
