“I’ll knock you out first so you won’t feel the impact.”
“Now that’s a real pal.” Davis embraced Grant in a one-armed hug as soon as he put down his load.
“How have you been, Davis?” Alex asked.
“Fantastic. I hear the two of you are getting married in about four months.”
Alex was looking around the space with her mouth hanging open. “Um, yeah. Can we get married here?”
Grant snorted. “Here?”
Alex glanced at him and blushed. “It’s pretty much the nicest place I’ve ever seen.”
“Baby, really. The church you picked is perfect and free. Don’t stress over it,” Grant told her as he put an arm around her.
The buzzer went off again, and Davis went to answer it. He propped the front door open and went back to the kitchen where Alex and Grant were ogling his appliances.
“Double ovens? Do you even cook?”
He shrugged at Alex’s question. “Sometimes. I’m nowhere near as good as you.”
“My initial impression of you was spot on,” Grant said.
“Narcissistic and spoiled?” Hudson said from the foyer.
“No, Clark. He’s smart, charming, and too nice. Since I’m not as nice, I would have decked you for a comment like that.”
Hudson only smirked as he set several bags down on the counter.
Grant braced as Reagan launched herself at him. He caught her, hugged her as her feet dangled a few inches off the ground. “Baby girl. How are you?”
“I’m great. I never realize how much I miss your face until I see it again.” She kissed his cheek and he let her down. She crossed to Alex, gave her a hug.
“Hi, sweetie.” Alex and Reagan got along just fine once Alex relaxed around her. She was worried she had to work hard to impress Grant’s little sister, but it hadn’t been that hard.
“So where’s Luna?” Reagan asked.
Davis shrugged. “According to the text she sent before she left her place, she should have been here first. She insisted she didn’t need Sorensen to pick her up, so she’s driving herself.”
“Are we letting the staff have the holiday off?” Hudson asked.
“Yes,weare,” Davis replied. He saw Reagan nudge Hudson in the side.
Finally, he heard the buzzer one more time. He pushed the button on the intercom to have the doorman let her up, then went down the hall to wait for the elevator. He heard the ding and felt his face split in happiness.
The doors slid open and revealed a flushed Luna. She’d pulled her hair up and wore a green sweater and jeans. He took the massive pan she balanced on her forearms.
“Hey, you.” He could just barely reach her cheek over the pan and the bag she carried.
“Hey, yourself. That thing was heavier than I thought.”
“Everyone’s here.”
“Ugh. I didn’t mean to be late.”
“It’s not a problem.” He stopped by his front door to let her go first, then followed her to the kitchen. She said hello to everyone as he set the ham down with a thud.
“Do we want to eat, or do we want to watch football?” Alex asked.
