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A friend of hers? Him? If he was the reason for the paper she was unfolding, maybe there was hope for them yet. He rested his forearms against the edge of the table and folded his hands, watching as Piper studied her list, glanced at him, then refocused, her adorable blush setting in.
“I’m grateful for you two, of course.” She laid her hand on her grandma’s arm. “I’m thankful I wasn’t hurt worse by that truck. A broken foot could’ve easily been the least of my problems. I’m grateful I have the means to be a part of the fundraiser for the Rasinski family. With a little help.” Another glance at him. “I’m thankful for the many friends who’ve helped chauffeur me and Bryce around while I’ve been unable to drive, and”—her brown eyes rested on him without wavering—“for the few who have given so much more time and effort. I couldn’t do this alone.”
“We’re always here for you, whatever you need, sweetheart.” Gertrude put her arm around Piper’s shoulders.
“I know.” Piper held eye contact with Graham another beat, then leaned into her grandma’s side hug.
And then everyone’s eyes were on him. “I’m grateful I’ve gotten to reconnect with some old friends lately.” He offered Ralph and Gertrude a smile, though as much as he liked the couple, he was most thankful for Piper. “And I’m helping with youth basketball. I’m grateful for the opportunity to make a difference with some kids.”
A gagging noise rose from the living room. Bryce followed it up with a quick cough.
Such a cute kid. He stifled a sigh and prayed for patience and wisdom.
“What are you grateful for, Bryce?” Piper called.
“Coach Kent.” Bryce stomped off. A few minutes later, he passed through again with a basketball in hand.
“Be careful of the street,” Gertrude called.
“I know.” The front door opened and shut, and then a basketball thudded against the garage.
Piper ventured to the front window and sat on the couch, eyes pointed toward the driveway, supervising.
“At least he’s practicing of his own free will.” Graham picked up a sugar cookie and carried the plate to Piper, who took one too. If Bryce wasn’t going to enjoy all Graham’s effort, at least they could.
ChapterNineteen
“So.” Grandma dipped her chin and pointed a look over her glasses to Piper.
She should’ve known that, as soon as all the males left the house, Grandma would have questions for her. Graham had gone to collect Teddy so she and Bryce could stay longer. Grandpa had pulled on a coat and gone to sit on the porch as Bryce continued to shoot hoops. Graham ought to return with her dog any minute, but that would be more than enough time for Grandma to fit in a good grilling.
She tried to head it off. “He’s helping me get ready for the Rasinskis’ benefit auction. I was overcommitted as it was, and then I got hurt.”
“But this is Graham.”
“Yes.”
“Who asked you to marry him.”
“Two years ago. A lot has changed.”
“Like what?”
“Bryce. I have Bryce now.”
If Grandma tipped her chin down any farther, she wouldn’t be able to see Piper. Which might be nice, considering the look she was giving her.
“This really isn’t the time for a romance, Grandma. There’s so much going on, and who knows what’s going to go wrong next?”
“What makes you think something’s about to go wrong?”
“I was hit by a truck.”
“Yes, dear, and not many people can say that, but—”
“Not many people can say half the things I can say. How can I risk my heart when it’s likely to get broken like everything else?”
Grandma chuckled. “But what if he doesn’t break it? What if you take the risk and win a lifetime of wedded bliss?”
