Page 74 of UnLucky Christmas
“Anyway, I really am sorry,” I say, as I try to keep my emotions in check.
“No problem. I appreciate the call.”
After I hang up, I put the phone on my desk and exhale sharply. My blood is boiling, but I just need to remember that Chad’s disdain has nothing to do with me. I know my initial impression of Grant wasn’t favorable, but I’ve seen a different side of him. A vulnerable, tender side, and that’s the man he really is underneath the pain and loss. At least the call is over with and now I can focus on happier things like our Christmas party.
Janelle and I are meeting for dinner to discuss the last-minute details. We haven’t seen each other since the ice-skating night. And I’ve only given her a few details about everything that’s happened with Grant. We have a lot to talk about.
“I can’t believe I don’t get to see you tonight,” Grant says when I answer the phone.
“I know, what will you do with yourself?”
“I’m going to the gym to work out my frustration.”
I laugh.
“And then I’ll go home and sit in front of the Christmas tree all alone.”
“Poor you,” I tease.
“I know, right,” he says.
“I talked to Chad,” I say, changing the subject.
“I’m sure it was riveting,” he replies sarcastically. “How did he take the news? Should I be expecting a fruit basket to congratulate me?”
“Not anytime soon.”
“Ah, I’m sure he’s pissed as hell that I stole his girl.”
“I was never his girl,” I remind him.
“I know that, and he knows that,” he continues. “But now I’m sure I can forget any chance of us being besties and doing brunch.”
“Was there ever a chance?”
“Hell no.”
“Have you spoken to Macy?” I ask.
“No.”
“I guess you’re both too stubborn to call the other.”
“That’s one hundred percent accurate.”
I hate that Macy and Grant aren’t on speaking terms. And a part of me feels like I’m the cause of their rift.
“Please consider calling her before she leaves for Park City,” I beg. “I don’t want you not speaking over the holidays.”
“The phone works both ways.”
I sigh. “Well, just think about it.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds. “I’ll think about it if I can come see you after your dinner with Janelle.”
Adrenaline pulses through me.
“It might be late.”
