Prez's POV
“Of course,” Mom said and pulled her in for another hug. “I understand…”
Mom then motioned to me, narrowing my eyes at me, and I understood that she was trying to message me something. I gave her a questioning look, because--- well, no man I think was ever good at charades. Or – you know – mind reading!
She rolled her eyes at me and let out a silent, annoyed snark before she motioned to the bathroom with her free hand. And I finally caught on…
“Come on,” I said, pretending to be the ever-caring gentleman! – NOT! Grace followed me silently into the bathroom, and luckily, I didn’t have to show her where anything was, since she’d already been here once before.
“You need a shower. I’ll bring you some clothes when you’re done,” I said once I’d made sure she could stand on her ow
