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“I don’t care.”
I smile to myself. “Okay, I’ll text you when I’m done.”
By the time we get off the phone, I’m feeling better about my conversation with Chad. I refuse to let his dislike for Grant get in my head and discourage me from what’s happening. I’m falling hard for Grant, and there’s no way of stopping it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“The catering is confirmed,” Janelle announces, looking at her phone. “And my mother says all the renovations are almost completed. Thankfully, the workers wanted to have the project done before the holidays, so that worked in our favor.”
“Awesome,” I say. “And we have twelve RSVPs. Our head count is a little smaller this year, but it’s better than not having the party at all.”
I can’t believe we’ve managed to pull this together. I know it wouldn’t have been the end of the world if we didn’t have the party, but I’m a big fan of traditions, and this year I especially need some sense of normalcy.
“I’m assuming Grant’s coming with you.”
Warmth spreads through me at the mention of Grant. “Yes, and he’s joining me at my mother’s Christmas Eve dinner. Or should I say Bill’s dinner, since apparently he’s a brilliant British chef.”
“Whoa, girl. Simmer down,” she says. “Maybe we should change the subject back to Grant.”
“Yes, please.”
She gives me a wicked smile. “I don’t remember you being like this with Pete. I know you cared about him, but there’s a different energy with Grant.”
I take a sip of my Diet Coke. “That’s probably because I’ve never felt like this before.”
Janelle’s mouth drops open. “You’re falling for him.”
“Yes, I am,” I swoon.
She leans back against the booth. “I called it. There was no denying your chemistry the night we went ice-skating. All that arguing was just passion waiting to explode.”
“Yeah, we enjoy the arguing way too much.” I pause. “The only problem is Macy and Grant aren’t speaking now.”
“What? Why?”
I explain what happened when we went to tell Macy about us.
“Oh no. I’m sorry.”
“I feel terrible that they’re fighting because of me.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not your fault. It sounds like they have some other family stuff going on that has nothing to do with you.”
My phone rings, interrupting our conversation. When I look at the screen, I see Ben’s number.
“It’s Ben,” I exclaim. “I can’t believe my brother is actually calling me.”
“Well, this is quite a shock,” I answer. “Remind me to thank Emme.”
“Whitney, where are you?” he asks frantically.
My heart sinks. “I’m at dinner. What’s wrong?”
“It’s Dad. He’s at the hospital. I’m on my way there now.”
I gasp. “Why? What happened?”
Janelle gives me a worried look.
