Cornering me in the hallway at Preston and Ivory’s wedding to get a read on my reaction to his presence and make sure I notice the ring on his finger.
Asking me to help the team with PR for Chase’s image rehab, which kept me in Nashville and in contact with him almost daily.
Inviting me to dinner under the guise of celebrating in order to get me on a date.
Taking care of the travel arrangements when I unexpectedly needed to go back to LA, showing me he still cares. Breaking down my walls until I asked him to dinner, and then taking me to his favorite bar in Nashville, which is coincidentally reminiscent of our bar in the Bronx.
Then there’s the challenge to move in—and the declaration that he wants us to be anusagain—and he wasn’t giving me the chance to talk myself out of it after I texted him and conceded to his request.
Grant was bound and determined to chase me until I stopped running, and I was getting tired of running.
A loud rap on the hotel room door makes me jump. Crossing the room, I look out the peephole and see the bellhop standing in the hallway. The eyeroll I give is second nature at this point. I open the door to greet him. “Hey, Will,” I say, reading the kid’s name tag.
“Ms. Baker. Mr. Davenport sent me to make sure you didn’t need any help.”
“I’m not quite ready yet, but you can leave the luggage cart and I can take it from there.”
“No can do, ma’am. I was given specific instructions to takeyour bags upstairs for you and anything else you may need help with.”
Sighing, I step aside and gesture for him to come into the room. I know a losing battle when I see one. “Come in. I was finishing folding my clothes.”
Will navigates the rolling rack into the room as I hold the door open for him. “Is this bag ready to go?” he asks, pointing to the second suitcase loaded with my toiletries, shoes, and other miscellaneous items. I’d already cleaned out the bathroom and dresser and packed those away. The last remaining items were in my closet and anything in the kitchen or lounge area.
“Yes, that’s ready. I still need to pack up the kitchenette. Do you happen to have a box?”
“I’ll go grab one and be right back.” He jumps to attention and is out the door before I can stop him.
ME
I didn’t need a chaperone.
G
You made me sweat it out so I wasn’t taking any chances.
ME
I was already packing.
G
Good, now he can help get your things in one trip.
ME
You’re exhausting
G
You spelled determined incorrectly
ME
Don’t think I did
G
Wish I could be there to help.
