Page 53 of UnLucky Christmas
“I understand,” I say.
“Maybe if we have dinner together and it goes well, then we could tell her,” he whispers.
I lean my head to the side. “Are you asking me out?”
His eyes lock on mine. “Yes, and I’m hoping you’ll say yes, even though you think I’m infuriating.”
I giggle. “You’re starting to grow on me.”
“So, is that a yes?”
“Sure.”
He picks up his phone and puts my number in. Macy returns just as he finishes. I grab my bag and give her a hug. I say good-bye to Grant and head out to my car. As soon as I start it up, I see Grant trotting towards me. My pulse picks up, and I roll down the window. “What are you doing?”
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” he asks. “My sister has the finest sheets. They’re like a million-thread count or something. And I’d be in the next room in case you had any bad dreams…or good dreams.”
A glimpse of the dream I had flashes through my mind.
“Mmm…it’s tempting,” I say. “But I should go.”
He gives a nod and puts his hands in his pockets.
“Okay. Goodnight, Whitney.”
“Goodnight, Grant.”
I roll up the window and drive away. This night certainly took a turn I never expected.
* * *
The soundof my phone ringing awakens me, despite my attempts to sleep in as long as I possibly can. I pry my eyes open and try to shield them from the sunlight pouring through the window. Dasher is curled up in a ball on the end of my bed, still fast asleep. When I finally reach for my phone, I find three missed calls. Two of them are from Janelle, and one is from my mother.
I already know what Janelle wants to talk about, and this causes the memories of last night to flood my mind. I touch my lips as I replay every mesmerizing second of Grant kissing me. Holy crap, he’s such a good kisser. I don’t know why Grant is single or when his last relationship was. In fact, I don’t know much about him at all. Well, other than the fact he works a lot, and he has a tough exterior he uses to keep people away. That’s the Grant I first met, but that’s not the Grant I’m getting to know. He’s not the type of man I usually go for. I’ve seen him put up a wall to distance himself, and I don’t know how many times I’ve heard Macy say he needs to be more social and not work so much. And he’s a grinch which couldn’t be more opposite of me. Despite all of this, I can’t seem to stay away from him
I send Janelle a text.
Why would you call me two times this early on a Sunday?
My phone rings a few minutes later, and I sigh. I know exactly why she’s calling.
“You know why,” she says. “I could hardly sleep. Tell me everything.”
I pull my comforter up to my chin and relive every detail she’s dying to know about last night.
She’s listens intently and lets out a sigh. I’ve said it a million times, Janelle is a die-hard romantic at heart.
“You two have so much chemistry,” she insists. “I don’t know how the others can’t see it. They must be blind.”
“Chad asked me to go to dinner with him too,” I tell her.
She groans. “That’s the worst part of this. He really is a nice guy.”
“I know.”
“And probably the safer bet,” she adds. “Grant is intense.”
“I know that too.”
