“What am I doing, exactly?”
“I think you know.”
“Ich bin unschuldig,” he says, his German as fluent and perfect as ever.
“You are far from innocent,” I tell him.
One side of his mouth quirks up. “Lunch?”
“You know me and food.”
“I do.”
Chapter 21
Hallie
It was enough to be there with him,
walking beside him in the quiet.
~ Nicholas Sparks
Greyson leads the way into the kitchen and gestures for me to take a seat at the center island. He opens the sparsely-filled fridge to reveal two neat rows of protein drinks and several drawers of meats, cheeses and vegetables. The rest of the shelves are empty.
“Where’s the fun food?” I ask.
“At your house, I think.”
“I do have a seven year old.”
“And a sweet tooth.” He smiles over at me.
“Guilty,” A warm hum flows through me, knowing he remembers.
“I’m going to grill you a sandwich that will blow your mind,” he declares.
“Okay then. Bring it on.” I pause. “On one condition.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“You have to tell me about how you picked out this house. And the story has to contain at least five sentences. With adjectives.”
He chuckles low. “Adjectives?”
“Yeah, you know. Those words that express something extra by enhancing a noun. Likeimpressive biceps. That kind of thing. Impressive would be the adjective.”
“You like my biceps?” He literally flexes—doing the ultimate Dustin impersonation.
I double over with laughter. I do like his biceps and their neighbors, the triceps, but I’m holding my tongue.
“I thought we’d take a walk to the pond after lunch,” he says casually.
“You have a pond!”
“Not me. I do have a little creek, though. It’s a neighborhood pond. It’s sort of all ten of ours.”
“Ten?”
