Page 62 of UnLucky Christmas
“I know,” he says. “The night we went ice-skating was the first time I’d been out in months.”
“Did you have fun?” I ask.
He gives a shrug. “Kind of. Other than being jealous of all the attention you were giving sweet Chad.”
Ugh. I knew it was only a matter of time before this subject came up.
“Really?” I ask. “I have a hard time believing you’re jealous of Chad.”
“Oh, I’m not jealous ofhim…” he trails off.
“You know Macy is really hoping he and I end up together.”
“I know she is.” He pauses. “But that doesn’t mean you’re right for each other.”
Just then the manager stops by our table to ask about our experience.
I think about what Grant just said. I like Chad, but it’s nothing like how I feel when I’m with Grant. Or when our eyes connect or when he touches me or when he kisses me.Gah!
“Are you ready to go?” Grant asks. Thankfully, the subject of Chad has been dropped for now.
We get in the car and Grant turns to me. “What do you want to do now? Your choice.”
“Hmmm…” I tap my chin with my finger. “I want to drive around and look at Christmas light displays, and then I want to see where you live.”
He leans his head back and groans. “We can go to my place—but the lights, really?”
“Please,” I beg with a playful pout.
He sighs. “Fine.”
“I was hoping the pout would work,” I say proudly.
“You’re not playing fair.”
I shrug. “Sorry.”
I take out my phone and look up the address for the most famous lights display nearby.
“The people who own this house give out hot cocoa,” I exclaim as he types the address into his GPS.
“Oh good,” he says sarcastically.
I place my hand on his forearm. “Thank you.”
“I blame the pout. How can I say no to that mouth of yours?”
His eyes drop to my lips, which makes me feel dizzy. It’s becoming more challenging to resist him as the evening progresses.
“Well, that’s good to know.”
He grins and pulls out of the parking lot.
I find a holiday station on the radio and sing along to “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” while Grant pretends to cover his ear.
“I feel like one of the Whos trying to make the Grinch love Christmas,” I say pushing his arm.
His smile lights up his face, and it’s so refreshing compared to his usual stone face expression.
