Chapter Eight
After pulling on a tank top, fresh underwear, and some yoga pants, I went back over to the bed and smiled at Grayson, who had pulled up the sheet to cover himself but who otherwise didn’t seem to have moved much.
“Did I wear you out?” I teased.
He appeared to consider my question seriously. “No, I don’t think so. But I think I might be hungry.”
“Well, we can fix that. But I really need to walk Gort. It sounds as if the rain is letting up.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
For a second or two, I considered it. Gort seemed to love Grayson, and I’d always wanted to share that intimacy with someone someday — to bond over the dog, to make it seem as if we were a family. But with Felicia Martinez doing her Gladys Kravitz impersonation next door, it would probably be better
