I put both hands over my face, wishing I could melt into the floor.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Grant.” Grant held out his hand toward Peter.
I peeked up to see Peter’s mouth drop open with excitement as he shook his hand. “Grant?” Peter pointed excitedly at me. “His name is Grant. Guys,” Peter hollered back to the kitchen. “Emma has found herself a Grant.” Whoops and cheers came from the back and I hid my face behind my hands.
Well, this was definitely me being me. I guess we were going to test the leaving theory right out the gate.
“No, Peter. He isn’t my Grant, just Grant.” I held my hands up. Grant smirked. He was obviously enjoying the exchange.
Peter waved me off. “Not yet, eh?” He nudged Grant’s shoulder.
“Exactly.” Grant grinned.
What did he mean by that?
It was past time to change the subject. “I think I need some water, Peter.” I was way too sweaty to be socially acceptable. I fanned my face.
Grant pinched his lips in a failed attempt to hide a smile.
“You bet! And what for you, Grant?” Peter smirked.
“Water is great, thank you.”
Peter practically skipped away.
“So you have a lot of guys over for date nights with Leo’s Pasta at your place?” Grant’s eyebrows raised.
“Nope.” I grimaced. “It’s much more pathetic…”
His eyebrows scrunched together.
I ran my fingers through my hair. “I order Leo’s takeout and watch Cary Grant movies in my apartment by myself. It’s kinda my weekend routine. I joke with Peter that it’s my Cary Grant datenight.” I scrunched my nose. If Grant ditched me now, I would make Peter give me a ride home.
“Why is that worse?” He tipped his head to the side.
“Seems dramatic and lonely when I say it out loud.” I smiled. “I think it sounds better if I had dates over for them.”
“That probably depends on who you ask.” Grant gave me a wicked grin. “I’ve never seen a Cary Grant movie. I didn’t even know he existed before this whole Kismet thing.”
I did my best to pretend I wasn’t dying of embarrassment. “Well, you may get lucky at my place and get to watch one.”
“Hey, I’m game.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
Wait… What?
“You’re game for what?” Surely he wasn’t talking about watching a black-and-white movie tonight.
He smiled showing off his dimple. “Getting lucky at your place or watching a movie. Both sound like a win-win…”
Wait. Oh. My. Gosh.
Did I really say that!
“Wait, What? That is not what I meant!” I could feel the heat burning my cheeks and I covered my face with my hands.
“Um…” I huffed out a slow breath.
He chuckled. “Unless you didn’t mean to invite me over to your apartment to watch a movie, when you don’t know me…”
