Page 57 of UnLucky Christmas
Hah. I knew it.
I stand up and continue my shopping while Grant and I text back and forth.
What are you doing?he asks.
Christmas shopping.
If anyone had told me a few days ago I’d be having a conversation over text with Macy’s brother, I’d have said they were crazy.
Oh, what are you buying me?
I smile. Grant is much more relaxed over text than in person.
Nothing.
He sends me a sad emoji.
What are you doing?I type.
Just got home from the gym. About to shower.
The image of Grant getting into the shower makes me a bit lightheaded. I’ve never seen him without a shirt, but I have a feeling it’s a sight to behold. My phone buzzes again.
Dinner tomorrow?
A thrill of excitement comes over me. At least I can play it cool through text.
Sure. I think I’m free.
He responds immediately.
Glad to hear it. Seven? Send me your address.
This is really happening. I’m going on a date with Grant, and I’m a ball of confusion and exhilaration. After I send him my address, I drop my phone into my bag and continue with my shopping.
* * *
My dad flingsthe door open and holds his arms out wide.
“Welcome to mi casa,” he announces with a horrible accent.
I grin and hold up a bag. I picked up some dinner for him from his favorite BBQ spot.
“Aww thanks, kiddo” he says, a flicker of sadness in his eyes. “I haven’t made it to the store yet.”
I walk inside and look around at my father’s new home. I force down the lump in my throat when I see a pizza box sitting on the counter. There are stacks of boxes and stuff strewn everywhere. It’s actually very nice, and I think with some time and organization it will be a great place for him to make a fresh start.
“I know it’s a mess,” he says, pushing a box out of the way. “The rest of my furniture will be here tomorrow, but I have a bed and a table, so at least I can sleep and eat.”
I grin. “Well, let’s have dinner, and then we can get started.”
He gives me a confused look. “Started?”
I nod. “I’m going to help you get settled.”
He starts to resist, and I hold up my hand in protest. “It’s happening.”
He clears his throat. “Well, I appreciate it.”
