Page 69 of UnLucky Christmas
“Yes, but I still don’t understand why people can’t pick out their own clothes?”
She laughs. “Anyway, did you both just get here?”
Grant and I glance at each other.
“We actually came together,” he tells her. “And the reason we’re here is tell you that we’re seeing each other.”
She blinks. A blank expression on her face.
“We’ve only been out once,” I add. “And we wanted to see how it went before we said anything.”
She still hasn’t said a word, but I know it’s a big shock. I’m still a little shocked myself.
“When?” she spits out. “And you’ve been so rude, Grant. How did you get her to go out with you?”
Grant looks at me, so I start by telling her about how our paths have crossed multiple times and how he asked me to dinner.
“Haven’t you noticed I’ve been around a lot more recently?” he asks. “The tree decorating party, the ice-skating night?”
She covers her mouth with her hands. “I thought you just realized you needed to have some fun in your life.
He nods. “I did, but I also wanted to see Whitney.”
What?I had no idea that’s why he’s been popping up.
“Wow,” she says clearing her throat. “This is surprising.”
She frowns and looks at me. “I thought you were interested in Chad.”
Ugh. I knew this was going to come up.
“Chad’s a great guy—”
“Come on, Mace, you were kind of forcing them together,” Grant interrupts.
“I wasn’t forcing them together,” she snaps.
A knot of tension is forming in my stomach. This isn’t going the way I’d hoped.
“No, you weren’t at all,” I agree.
“Why all the concern about Chad?” Grant explodes. “The guy is—”
“Stop,” Macy shouts. “You know Chad is important to Austin, which makes him important to me.”
“Yeah. More important than your brother,” Grant says, his voice raising an octave.
“Grant,” I exclaim.
“Sorry, Whitney,” he says. “We came to tell her about us, and she’s more worried about how sweet Chad’s going to take the news.”
“That’s not true,” Macy shrieks. “If you had told me you were interested in Whitney, I wouldn’t have considered trying to set them up. But that’s typical for you. Always closing yourself off from people who love you.”
Holy crap. I don’t know if I should step in or let them hash this out.
“Just because I prefer to keep my life private doesn’t mean I’m closing myself off,” he retorts. “Your life is always on display. Should we record our fight for your followers? A little family squabble for entertainment.”
“Grant, please stop,” I place my hand on his arm.
