I know that’s what I hired her for, so I could have time to get work done. But right now, the last thing I want is for her to go. I’m growing used to having Greer around, and the idea of her not being there someday when I get home doesn’t sit well with me.
When I finally decide to rejoin the guys in the main room, Greer and Grey are still standing around talking to everyone.
I smile but quickly rub my nose to hide it before anyone notices. These guys are all about the small details.
I step up behind Grey, my hands on his shoulders as I ask, “Where are you two off to?”
“Uncle Beck said I could stay with him and Calla tonight. Can I?”
I glance at Beck, who is grinning.
“I thought it might be nice to have a night off. Besides, it’s been weeks since Calla and I had Grey over to stay up all night watching horror movies and eating junk food.”
I glare at my friend and then look at Grey’s hopeful face.
“Please, Dad, please.”
“Fine. But you need to do whatever Greer asks this afternoon, got it?”
“Yes!” He turns to me with his hand up for a high five.
“Come on, Greer!” He races for the door. “We have things to do.”
She laughs and follows him, walking backward as she waves goodbye.
As soon as they’re out the door, I take my spot back in front of my computer, praying I can get back into the headspace to keep writing. Greer is starting to take more of my thoughts than the words I need to put on the screen.
I get maybe a few hundred words in when it registers how quiet the room is.
I look up. Everyone is looking at me.
“What?” They all make some sort of disapproving noise. Apparently, my one-word question was not what they wanted to hear.
“You’re kidding, right?” Beck asks.
“About what?”
“Greer,” Zane says. “You two are totally into each other.”
I shrug, but then Greer and I are fake dating for the party next weekend, and maybe saying that they’re wrong won’t help us. Then again, these are my friends. I can tell them everything, right?
When no one else comments, I notice I’m still the center of attention.
Maybe I’ll just keep the fake dating plan to myself for now.
Instead, I smile, thinking of how Greer must have felt in that moment with the football moms.
“We’ll see,” is all I say.
“I knew it,” Beck says, finally turning his focus back to his computer.
The others just chuckle and get back to work.
Ten minutes later, I’ve found my groove, but Beck slaps the table.
“It just occurred to me that you’ll be alone tonight.”
I laugh.
