I make a dispirited noise over the fact Grant ever thinks I would change my mind about wanting to meet my sperm donor. “Yeah sure. I’ll keep you in the loop. Is that it then?”
“No.” He shakes his head like he expected my answer, but asked anyway. “I’m willing to do the work to win you over, Clare, but you need to fill out the comment card on occasion. Tell me how I’m doing.”
I actually laugh. “That is the nerdiest thing I’ve ever heard come out of you.”
“If you think that was nerdy you definitely can’t come to a guys’ night.”
“Oh? You’re having a guys’ night now?”
“Of course. Why should you girls get to have all the fun? It was our comic book store first.”
“I don’t think that’s the way Aspen and Marissa see it.”
Grant shrugs standing from the chair. “Am I forgiven? There are teenagers I need to school in the ways of basketball.”
He’ll need a ride to the ER later tonight, but I agree to it regardless. “Fine, but only if you promise to never discuss my father again.”
“Deal.” He reaches across the desk and shakes my hand. “Now what are you going to do about dinner tonight?”
“Dinner? I have to feed you?”
He laughs. “No I thought I’d feed you and Drew, but you should definitely decide on a place now or else he’ll have us eating at Giorgio’s again.”
I draw in a breath at his insinuation. “You did not bash Giorgio’s did you?” I follow Grant out into the hallway acting hurt. “I request it as much as he does.”
“Is this your way of telling me I need to get used to eating more Giorgio’s?”
“If you plan to be around.”
**
“When does Drew get home?” Grant asks leaning up against the counter in my kitchen.
He followed me home after work and hasn’t left. I’m not sure what to do. I’m confused because Grant’s back to his normal happy self. Like nothing happened between us and it hasn’t been two days since we’ve spoken.
How do men not realize that’s a big deal?
And to top it off he’s been great. I’d forgotten how much he makes me smile or laugh when he’s around. Plus the kids at the center genuinely like him. Grant spent the rest of the afternoon with me shooting basketballs with the kids and happily making a fool of himself.
It was nice… until it reminded me why I fell for Grant in the first place. That was annoying.
I close the refrigerator door not happy at any of our snack options. “No idea. He texted he had to stay late. A problem with the wedding arrangements or something. I don’t know the whole story.” His boss is planning the wedding of the century.
The next spot to check for food is the cupboard above Grant’s head. I push him out of the way and stand on my tip toes to check in the corners. If Drew found and hid the brownies I’d been hiding from him, he’s in major trouble.
“And your roommate upstairs?”
“Who knows? We never see him.”
“He doesn’t use the kitchen?”
“Not that I’ve noticed.”
“And that doesn’t strike you as odd?” Grant scoots back into the space when I give up the search.
Damn Drew and his thieving hands. He probably ate all the brownies.
“No. It strikes me as awesome. He’s my favorite roommate.” He doesn’t steal brownies for one. “We’re one roommate short. Once someone moves in we’ll have to share the kitchen with them.”
