CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Grayson grabbed Connie into a tender kiss and handed her a bouquet of white and red roses as soon as she answered her door. “I’m sorry, Connie.”
She wobbled, getting her bearings back after that amazing kiss.
He stepped in and closed the door. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She sniffed the roses. “It’s just that I was prepared to grovel when I saw you again so the last thing I expected was an apology. What are you apologizing for?”
“For being an asshole and accusing you of cheating.” He scratched the back of his neck. “You wouldn’t cheat on me.”
She smiled, reading the sweet note he’d tucked in the roses.
He took her hand and walked into the living room. “I realize you’re going through something for you to act so weird.” He sat on the couch, wrapping his arms around her wai
