Page 31 of UnLucky Christmas
Grant chuckles. “I’d never make you choose, because well, that wouldn’t be fair to Chad.”
Macy gives him a dirty look. “You’re such a brat.”
“I have to agree with Macy,” I chime in. I’m not sure where this burst of courage has come from suddenly. I’m still getting to know Macy and her family, but for some reason I’m comfortable enough to join in on the jokes.
Macy holds up her hand to give me a high-five. “I knew we’d get each other as soon as we picked out the same throw pillows.”
A few seconds later our server delivers the entrées. We all dive in, and even though I’m almost full, the food is just too good to resist. I ordered the chicken marsala, Macy and Austin ordered the salmon and scallops to share, and Grant ordered the lasagna.
My phone buzzes from inside my bag.
“Ohhh, that might be Chad again,” Grant says, taking a sip of his water.
“Stop teasing her,” Macy snaps.
It’s a message from my mom, so I put the phone back in my bag. The last thing I want to do right now is deal with her.
“How was everything? You like?” the chef asks, his accent making the words slide off his tongue.
“Everything was outstanding,” Macy says.
“I will take your picture to display,” he says pointing to her phone. “Beautiful couples.”
Couples?
Grant’s eyes dart in my direction.
“We’re not together,” I exclaim.
Grant nods in agreement.
“Oh, my mistake.”
Macy raises an eyebrow, and a thoughtful expression moves across her face.
Oh, hell no. She better not get any ideas.
The chef takes a picture of our table and chats with Macy. I use this opportunity to escape to the restroom. Grant moves out of the booth, so I can get out. When I stand up, I remember how much taller he is than me.
I make my way to the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror for a few seconds. I’d really love to tell Grant exactly what I think of him. He’s just so obnoxious and arrogant. And although he’s really, really attractive that doesn’t make up for him being a jerk. I guess it makes sense he doesn’t have a social life or a girlfriend. Not that I have any room to talk when it comes to relationships.
I reapply my lipstick and head back to the table.
Grant stands up to let me back into the booth. There’s a sampling of mini desserts sitting in the middle of the table.
Ugh. I’m so full.
“More food?” I whine. “I can’t.”
“I know,” Macy says. “I tried to tell them but they want us to have the full experience.”
Grant reaches for a mini cannoli and pops it into his mouth. “I’m enjoying it all.”
“That’s because you’re a bottomless pit,” Macy replies. “And you’ll probably go to the gym after this anyway.”
He nods. “That’s the plan.”
I sigh. Of course, he is.
