Page 71 of UnLucky Christmas
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Grant isn’t in the living room when I return. I find him in Macy’s office looking at a photo album.
“Hey.”
He closes it when he hears my voice.
“What are you doing?”
“Just waiting for you,” he replies. “Are you ready to go?”
“Sure. If you are.”
He rises to his feet, his expression is cold and distant.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m ready to go home.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks toward the door.
A sinking feeling settles in my gut. I wish he and Macy would talk, but maybe they need time to cool off like she said.
We’re both quiet as we drive. Grant continues to stare straight ahead, a vacant look in his eyes.
“Do you want to talk about what happened?” I ask finally.
“Not really.”
I turn toward him. “Are you mad at me?”
“No. It’s just been a long day for both of us.”
He’s right about that. It feels like I saw my mom and Bill a lifetime ago.
“Does that mean I don’t get my surprise tonight?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood.
He stays focused on the road.
“Not tonight. I’m just going to take you home.”
“I don’t want to go home.” I fold my arms defiantly.
“Whitney, I’m not going to be the best company tonight.”
“Oh well, I’ll suffer through it,” I retort. “If you take me home, I’ll just get in my car and drive to your place.”
His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue. We travel the rest of the way to his condo in silence.
When we walk inside, he drops his keys on the table and unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt.
“Are you planning to give me the silent treatment the rest of the night?” I ask. “Just let me know, and I’ll find a Hallmark Christmas movie to watch.”
“I told you I wouldn’t be enjoyable to be around,” he replies. “You were warned.”
“And you told me you had a surprise for me,” I remind him.
“So, this is about you getting something you want?” he retorts while untucking his shirt.
I put my hands on my hips. “Well, I told you you’d met your match. You were warned.”
