“Wait, is Matt back?” I asked, raising a brow.
He grinned, leaning back in his chair. “He is. He met a girl while visiting Salem. He’s driving up in the morning. From what I gather, it’s serious. He didn’t even tell me about her until last night. He’s never asked to bring someone home before.”
I wiggled my brows at him. “Sounds like somebody might be a granddaddy soon.”
“Bite your tongue,” he said, laughing despite himself. “Let’s hope he gives that a few years.”
I laughed with him, then reached into my pocket and pulled out a small key. My dressy jeans paired with the soft black cashmere sweater I’d chosen felt much more refined than my usual style.
I placed it on the table between us. “Here’s the key to my apartment,” I said. “We’ll keep it for the boys and nights when we want to have drinks at the club and don’t feel like driving. But,” I added, leveling him with a look, “you are making a new safe for Baby Cal before I officially move in.”
Greyson’s smile widened, his expression warm. “I already did. It’s in the bedroom.”
My heart flipped, and I leaned toward him. “Thank you.”
He leaned in too, but his voice dropped to a low, intimate murmur just before our lips met. “Merry Christmas, Faith. I hope you know, as powerful as I am, nothing in my life has ever been more magical than you.”
