When I only have an hour left before I have to leave to get Mia, Greyson looks at his phone, “Your carriage is about to turn into a pumpkin, princess. How about some chili before you go?” His tone is focused and detached and he’s standing as he asks the question.
Neither of us wants life to move forward—separating us again.
“Chili?” I ask, pushing my emotions down and doing the responsible adult thing.
Mia needs me.
“Yeah. I made chili this weekend on our day off.”
He extends a hand and I stand from the couch.
“I’d love a bowl of chili.”
We tread into the kitchen and Greyson heats the chili on the stove, serving each of us a bowl topped with chopped onions and grated cheese.
“So, how ’bout them Llamacorns?” I ask after a few bites.
He chuckles softly. “They’re finding their rhythm. It happens this far into the season every year. Fewer comedic errors. More actual scoring.”
“I’m going to miss those comedic errors,” I say, thinking it might rile him up a little.
He takes baseball seriously, even though he’s so patient and encouraging with the players.
“Can you keep a secret?” he asks, raising his brows playfully.
“I’m already keeping a secret,” I remind him.
He nods.
His voice is conspiratorial. “I love those early weeks when they’re all thumbs.”
“Do you now?” I take another bite of savory goodness.
“Yeah. I do.”
“You’re just full of surprises, Grey.”
“I like when you call me that,” he says, his eyes darting to mine and then down at his chili.
“You know what you are in my phone?” I ask.
“No. What?”
“Ace.”
He grins. “Only to you.”
“Definitely to me.”
Chapter 27
Hallie
Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think.
It’s splendid to find out
there are so many of them in the world.
