Page 57 of Finding the Forward: Part One
“Thanks.” I wanted that happily-ever-after like she had.
“I’ll just buy the hockey team in Rockland, then get them traded to it.” Spencer’s face went deadpan.
“Spence. We don’t buy things to get our way.” Grace laughed, giving him a play smack. “When do I get to meet your boy? Soon?”
“I hope so.” It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to meet the rest of my family. They just were a lot. Even Grace, who was a tiny, delightful, weirdo genius.
Spencer smiled. “Take all the time you need. You have a lot of responsibilities. I’m just getting a little overexcited, since it might help with some of our other special projects. Thank you for giving me a personal tour. We’ll leave you to your work.”
“Always. I don’t mean to be vague. I’m just not at a point where I can share details,” I confessed, hoping he understood.
I could help some of his special projects? Huh.
“I understand and appreciate that.” He turned to Grace. “My good doctor, it’s almost time for your presentation. Are you ready?”
“Oh, it is. Yes, I’m ready. Thank you for letting us see your flowers.” Grace smiled at me.
“I’ll walk you out.” I’d do more work later. First, I had to meet with Dr. Winters. Locking up my greenhouse, we left.
“Hey, are you okay? Do you need grocery money? Pizza money? Present money? The holidays are coming up. Are you still staying with us?” Grace asked quietly as we hugged and said our goodbyes in front of the building.
Grace pretty much starved through her PhD program, and now that she had plenty to share, constantly wanted to make sure us students were okay.
“Grocery money is always helpful with how much Mercy eats but never needed. We’re planning on spending the holidays with you.” While I had six weeks off for winter break, Mercy got four days. “Thank you,” I added. “Good luck with your talk.”
“See you soon.” She waved.
With a wave, I returned inside. It was November, andcold.The one thing I hadn’t considered when I moved to New York was the weather.
At least it was nice and warm in my greenhouse.
Chapter Nineteen
Grif
The whirr of my electric beard trimmer echoed off the walls of my bathroom as I carefully groomed my beard. I wanted to be neat and pretty for my date with Verity tonight.
And what would happenafter.
Excitement overwhelmed me and I kept doing random dances in my bathroom.
“Hey, good looking. You lucky asshole. When do I get a date with Verity?” Dean leaned in the doorway and eyed me like I was one of Verity’s cupcakes, which she kept putting in my locker.
How she got in, I wasn’t sure. But then the Maimer’s knowing our code wouldn’t surprise me.
“When you can promise to not lick her in public,” I laughed, thinking of yesterday when we sat in the stands with her, and she’d had a box of donuts.
“She had powdered sugar on her nose.” Dean made an empty gesture with his hands as if it explained everything. “I mean, what else do I do?” He frowned a little, scent souring.
I pulled him to me. “Youreallylike her, don’t you?”
Unlike me, Dean had never really been into girls. We’d shared a few over the years, but he always just played along.
“Yeah.” He leaned his head on me. “It’s not just because she’s an alpha. It’s all of her. I look at her and feel dizzy and I just want to present for her and let her have her way with me.”
Yeah, he had it bad.
I kissed my sweet husband, smoothing his hair. “She makes me feel dizzy, too. You’ll get that date eventually. She likes you, too.”
