The more time he spent with her, the more Grant found himself reconsidering everything he’d come to believe as truth. He just wasn’t sure what to do with it all.
“I got two meat-lovers.” Her voice broke through his thoughts. “I hope that’s okay.”
Meat lovers? A woman after my own heart.
His heart.
The saying had been around for years, but it had never rang more true for Grant than in that moment. And if he wasn’t careful, this woman could very well take his.
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Chapter 9
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Sitting with her legscrisscrossed on one end of her couch, Brynnon moaned as she took a bite. After swallowing it, she licked her lips in appreciation. “I swear, pizza is the most perfect food in the entire world.”
Next to her, Grant gave her an odd look before returning his focus to his own slice. He’d been acting a little strange ever since they left the hospital. She just wasn’t sure why.
Deciding to go for a semi-normal conversation, Brynnon reached for the open box on the coffee table and grabbed another piece. “My dad’s not a big fan, so Mom would wait until a night she knew he wouldn’t be home for dinner to order it. When we were tiny, Billy and I used to be fascinated by the fact that she could just make a phone call, and within a few minutes, someone would be at the door with our food. Mom would always tell us not to tell dad, and she’d hide the empty box at the bottom of the trash so he wouldn’t see it.” She smiled. “It’s silly, but those are some of my favorite memories with my mom.”
“Why do you think that’s silly?”
Brynnon swallowed a bite. “I don’t know. I guess with all the fancy trips and things we took, I’d expect something like that to be at the top of the list, but they’re not. Don’t get me wrong, I loved that time with her, too. I guess maybe those nights at home stick out because, somehow, they just seem more...real.” She blinked and looked back up at him. “Sorry. I’m probably not making much sense.”
“No, I get what you’re saying.”
That surprised her. “You do?”
Grant hesitated, almost as if he weren’t sure whether or not he wanted to say whatever it was he was going to tell her. But then he began to open up more than he had the entire time they’d been together.
“My mom died of cancer my senior year in high school.”
“Oh, Grant.” She reached out and placed her hand on his knee. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head. “It was a long time ago.”
