"Hi, Mr. Lawson."
"Thomas. Please." He glanced between them. "Am I interrupting?"
"No," they said in unison.
"We were just—" Riley started.
"Talking," Grant finished.
"Right. Talking." Thomas's smile widened. "Well, don't let me stop you. I just need Grant for a second. Delivery truck is here and I need a hand real quick."
"I'll be right out," Grant said.
Thomas nodded and disappeared back outside, but not before shooting Grant a look that clearly saidI know exactly what's going on.
Riley grabbed her coat. "I should go anyway."
"You don't have to."
"No, I do. I've got—things. Family things."
"Right."
She wrapped her scarf around her neck, and Grant walked her to the door.
"So," she said, pausing on the porch. "Tomorrow. The reunion."
"Tomorrow."
"We're really doing this?"
"We're really doing this."
Riley looked up at him, snowflakes starting to drift down around them. "Grant?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. For this. I know it's weird and complicated and probably a huge mistake, but—thank you."
Grant's throat tightened. "You don't have to thank me."
"I do, though."
She stepped closer and, before he could process what was happening, pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.
Grant froze.
Riley pulled back, eyes wide, looking as shocked as he felt. "That was—for practice. Obviously."
"Obviously."
"So it's not weird tomorrow."
"Right. Not weird."
"Okay. Good. I'm going now."
She practically ran to her car.
