Page 8 of New Girl in Town
Chapter Three
You signed a yearlong lease because you want the super to take you to pound town?
Melinda’s accusing text blinked up at me from my cell. I sighed, reaching for it to respond.
You’re so crass. No one calls it pound town.
Liar. Everyone that’s anyone does. And it’s a destination you’re on a first class flight to.
Am not.
He lives beneath you, but we all know you want to GET beneath him.
I barked out a laugh and cautioned a look around the apartment, which now held my meager collection of belongings. Which meant that other than a closet of weather-inappropriate clothing and shoes, plus a few boxes of books, it was empty.
I hadn’t really thought it through when I signed the lease. Okay, so maybe Mel wasn’t completely wrong in her assertion that I wanted to get beneath a certain someone, but he had been right. The apartment was stunning, and I would be surprised if there was a nicer place at the same price point.
The fact that I had a sexy superintendent living below me was just icing on the cake.
Whatever, Mel.
I’m so right, you minx. :P
Maybe,I hedged, and received a laugh-crying emoji in response.
A beat passed before Melinda said,Maybe nothing and I love it. Now go make plans with your man and tell me about it later!
I blinked at the text. What did she mean, make plans with my man? I was manless. I moved to text her as much but a knock at the door had my head whipping toward it at breakneck speed.
Who would be knocking at my door? No one knew I was here, no one but Mel, and here I was texting her while she was still at work…
Maybe it was a neighbor introducing themselves? There were 3 other apartments in the building besides mine. I swallowed and put my phone down on the kitchen counter. An icy finger of fear slid down my spine. There was one person who would have kept tabs on me, one person whose voice had dogged my steps at every turn—the reason I left California and started over somewhere new.
Dylan.
I shook my head and forced my feet to carry me forward. There was no way he would know where I was, not when I had just signed a lease that very day. I stopped in front of the door, my heart hammering in my chest, and then I leaned close to use the peephole.
Grant stood on the other side of the door, hands tucked in his jeans, looking over his shoulder. I breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Thank god,” I hummed. At the sound of my voice Grant turned toward the door and flashed me a smile, a killer smile at that, and he winked.
I jerked back and cursed at myself. He’d heard me. Dammit.
I took in a steadying breath and smoothed my hands over my clothes before I realized I was being silly. Even still, I tossed my hair over my shoulder before I opened the door with a smile.
“Hi,” I greeted, and cringed inside at how breathy my voice came out.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
My lips pursed at his greeting, but that only seemed to make Grant’s eyes go soft on me.
That was when I knew I was in big trouble.
And when Grant put one hand on the doorframe, his big body leaning toward me, I knew there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. My pulse spiked, and it was hard to breathe as I watched him tilt his head, the curve of his lips turning up in a half smile.
“You got dinner plans?” he drawled.
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
