Sitting in the lunchroom, letting Susan and Sarah's chatter blur into meaningless white noise, I offered the occasional nod and hum to keep up the pretense of listening.
Meanwhile, my thoughts were occupied with a running list of all the reasons why I would never give that man the time of day.
I mean, he was just a guy I shared some genetics with – he'd done nothing to earn being called "grandfather".
But now he wants to?
"Earth to Ashley?"
Snapping my head up, I looked over at Susan. "Sorry, what?"
Her eyes slowly narrowed, "Were you listening to any of that?"
Shit.
I sighed, shaking my head, "I just got some weird news this weekend, and I guess I'm kind of distracted."
"News?" Sarah's eyebrow quirked up. "Sounds juicy – dish."
Looking around the table, I saw the interested eyes
