(Tracey’s POV)
By the time Grant arrived, the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and it was now pouring out. I’d say it was raining cats and dogs, but that would be mild compared to what was falling from the skies right now.
Poor Grant was soaked to the bone just getting from the car to the penthouse. “God, it’s nasty out there.” Grant grumbled as he tried to shake water from his clothes. “Babe, why don't you take your dad and get him some dry clothes while I put on some coffee?”
I felt like it was a natural thing to offer, but Lucas just looked at me and lifted a brow. The next thing I knew he was calling up the stairs for Emmitt, who quickly peeked over the rail at us as he said, “S’up?”
“Can you come sit with Tracey while I get my father some dry clothes, please?” I rolled m
