Grant shifted on the cushion next to Alex. “You don’t have to go on my account. I know it’s a little weird still, but we’re making progress.”
“We are, but I want to give you two time together for the holiday. I’ll be back tomorrow after your shift is over. We can have dinner.”
Grant had told Alex that Reagan and Hudson were staying until Sunday afternoon, even though Grant had to work. They’d booked a hotel because they didn’t want to make Grant uncomfortable by sharing a room in his home.
“Okay, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Grant walked them to the door, and Alex got up and hovered near them all. She was pleased when Reagan hugged her, but then Hudson just nodded in their direction and left. She supposed she didn’t have to win them over on the first try, but it bugged her that she hadn’t.
“That was bad,” she said as Grant closed the door and locked it.
“It wasn’t that bad. I’ve gotten used to the awkward silences when Hudson and I are in the same room. I have a hard time not throwing barbs into the conversation when we try to chat.”
Alex snorted. “He seems perfectly normal.”
“So do serial killers until after the fact.”
Alex punched Grant’s arm. “Be nice. He makes her happy.”
He rubbed his arm. “You’ve got a mean punch.”
She grinned at him. “Want me to kiss it and make it better?”
He didn’t answer, just pulled her in and pressed his lips to hers.
