Chapter Six
Sunny only lasted fifteen minutes out of the office after his talk with Grant before he couldn’t bring himself to be away any longer. Grant had opened up to him, and he clearly wasn’t the kind of man who did that a lot.
That made Sunny special, and Sunny liked feeling that way. He wanted more of it. He wanted to sit and bask in Grant’s presence.
That was… probably not good, but it didn’t stop him buying coffee and donuts and heading back into the building, tapping his foot on the floor of the elevator as he waited for the numbers to light up to eleven.
He liked Grant. Making Grant happy made him feel good about himself.
Sunny hadn’t said his thank-yous yet, and now that Granthad, it felt like time to do that. He was grateful, too. Grateful for the opportunity, grateful to have a job he felt good at.
Grant looked up at him as he walked back into the office, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s cold out,” Sunny explained. “And you need to take a break, too,” he added. “I have donuts.”
Grant smiled at him, which Sunny loved. The crow’s feet around Grant’s eyes made his smiles seem so kind, so genuine.
“Hard to say no to donuts.” Grant sat up, gesturing at the chair opposite him. “Make yourself at home.”
Sunny handed Grant’s coffee across the desk to him, putting the box of donuts down between them and then settling into the surprisingly comfortable chair. Most people would have picked one that made it hard for visitors to their office to overstay their welcome, but Grant hadn’t.
Maybe Grant hadn’t picked this one at all, but the taste shown in his office furniture matched what his apartment looked like, so it didn’t feel like a leap to assume he had.
“I wanted to thank you, as well. For trusting me, and for giving me a shot. I’d be living off the charity of my roommate right now if I didn’t have this job.”
“With your resume?” Grant raised an eyebrow. “I’m lucky you’d bother with me at all.”
Sunny squirmed in his chair, sipping his peppermint latte happily. He was thrilled that the nearest coffee shop had already made the switch from pumpkin spice to peppermint. Not that there was anythingwrongwith pumpkin spice, just that peppermint felt more like Christmas.
Sunny loved Christmas. He even didn’t hate Christmas carols playing in every store he went into. Itwasthe most wonderful time of the year.
“Maybe I like you.” He shrugged.
He did like Grant. He liked Grant alot.
Maybe he had a tiny crush on him. Just a harmless little one.
It was Christmas. He was allowed to love everyone at Christmas.
“Does that mean you won’t hate me if I ask you to do the impossible?” Grant asked, playing with his coffee cup.
“Depends on what you mean by impossible,” Sunny sat back in his chair. “I’d be willing to work a miracle or two.”
Grant chuckled. “Good, because that’s what I need to ask you to do.” He paused to sip his coffee. “I promised my daughter snow for Christmas.”
Sunny blinked at him. “I can’t control the weather,” he said, though he didn’t think Grant was really asking him to do that.
“Right, no, I know.” Grant sipped his coffee, then set it down and leaned forward across the desk, resting his elbows on it. “I mean, I do think you’re slightly magic, but I get that you can’t do that. But I figure it’ll snow somewhere and my ex is willing to come up for the holidays, but I need… well, I need a three-bedroom cabin someplace where it’ll snow. And it’s three weeks before Christmas, so…”
“Impossible,” Sunny finished for him. Could he do that?
Maybe. He’d definitely give it a shot.
“Yeah. And I won’t be mad if you can’t do it, but I’ve tried everything I can think of. I figure you might have some better ideas than me. You have had so far.”
Sunny blushed at the compliment. He was glad Grant thought this highly of him.
Hopefully, he wasn’t about to disappoint him.
