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“Rough night for sweet Chad, huh?” he asks with a look of satisfaction on his face.
I roll my eyes.
“You guys need to leave him alone,” Macy scolds.
“Hey, I feel bad for the guy. I’m sure he wanted to impress Whitney.”
“He doesn’t need to impress me,” I reply.
I’m trying desperately to suppress any unwanted urges that may pop up.
“Yeah, Whitney and Chad are doing just fine,” Macy adds.
I shoot a glance at Grant, who flashes me a wicked smile. “Excellent news.”
Thankfully, we catch up to the rest of the group before anyone has a chance to say anything else. Our skating activity is about over, but the night is still young. I need to figure out how to get myself out of this mess. Clearly my unlucky streak is continuing.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Macy, your tree is gorgeous,” Janelle exclaims staring up at it. The finished product is even more spectacular than the night of the decorating party.
“Thank you, I had a lot of help putting it together,” Macy says, taking some blankets out of a cabinet.
We’ve all just returned to Macy’s house—everyone except Grant. At least I haven’t seen him yet.
Chad and Brian are helping Austin build a fire in the massive fireplace. Chad’s back to his normal jovial self now that he’s no longer on skates. Janelle and I follow Macy into the kitchen.
“It’s such a bummer our party is so last minute this year,” Janelle says. “I’m still salty about the whole thing.”
“I wish we could be there,” Macy tells her, as she places cookies on small platters. “We’re meeting up with Austin’s family in Park City for the holidays.”
“Do you spend Christmas with Austin’s family every year?” I ask.
“We have since my mother passed away. His family is wonderful,” she says. “My family is very small, and with my parents being gone, Austin’s family has really embraced me.”
“She leaves me to fend for myself,” a voice says from behind us. My heart stops for a second when I see Grant standing in the doorway to the kitchen.
“That’s not true,” she says defensively. “You’ve been invited every year—you’re the one who chooses not to come.”
Janelle’s eyes dart toward me and back to Grant.
He waves his hand. “You know I can’t afford to take a week off of work.”
“Yes, you can,” Macy exclaims. “It’s Christmas, and you never take vacation or do anything.”
He shrugs and steals a cookie off the platter.
“Stop worrying about me,” he insists. “I’m a grown man, and I can take care of myself.”
“I’ll never stop worrying about you,” she says.
Austin calls her name, so she picks up the two platters to take them to the living room. Janelle immediately offers to help her, and they walk out of the kitchen leaving me alone with Grant for the first time since we kissed.
He leans against the counter as he munches on his cookie. Neither of us says anything for a few seconds. I’m slightly confused with how nervous I’m feeling.
“Hey, I’m sorry about what happened at the office,” I say finally addressing the elephant in the room.
“Really?”
