I donotneed to be thinking about akisswithGrayson. He doesn’t want more. He doesn’t even want to dothatagain.
“Grayson,” I tell them, reclaiming my seat at the table. I pass the card to Frannie.
Fiona and James lean in to read it.
James looks up quickly. “You and Grayson kissed?”
Cas leans over and plucks the card from Fiona’s fingers and reads it, then looks at me. “When did this happen?”
I sigh and tell them the whole story.
“He’s messy,” I finally conclude. “His life is messy. His feelings are messy. I donotwant that.”
Cas is watching me thoughtfully.
James is nodding.
Fiona and Frannie are studying the flowers.
James says, “Yes you do.”
“Yes, I do what?”
“Want that.”
“I don’t!” I protest. “I’m here temporarily! I’m here to relax and have fun before I leave again.” I sit back in my chair and cross my arms. “Besides, he doesn’t want it. He won’t have sex because it could be complicated.”
James nods again.
Cas leans over and grabs a strawberry. “That doesn’t mean you don’t want it,” he says casually, as he bites into it.
“And Grayson is clearly still thinking about you,” Fiona points out.
“Well, it doesn’t matter.” I tuck the card into my pocket. “It’s not going to happen.”
And I mean that.
Mostly.
My phone buzzes. I pull it out and see it’s a text from Grayson. “Speak of the frustrating man…”
I got the DNA results.
My heart drops into my stomach.
I wait for another text but another one doesn’t follow the first.
What are they???
Three dots appear, then disappear.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
“Grayson got the DNA results and now he’s not responding,” I announce. “We need to make sure he’s okay.”
“Just call him,” Fiona says.
I shake my head. “No. He needs support if this is bad news.”
