Chapter Eight
Jesse knew that Grant had told Stephanie to pack clothes for a nice dinner out, and made reservations at their favorite fancy restaurant, but once he’d seen the reports on the storm, he’d decided to change things up. They’d all showered, then separated to get dressed, lest they get more distracted and end up in bed. He quickly pulled on his slacks and shirt, but didn’t bother with a tie or shoes and socks, and darted down the hall while Grant was brushing his teeth.
He finished the preparations he’d begun while they were out jogging and made it back to the master bedroom in time to stop Grant from putting on his socks.
“You can stop there, I’ve cancelled our reservations.”
Grant looked up in surprise. He was sitting on the end of the bed, socks in hand, tie draped around
