Grady pulled up to Willow Manor just a few minutes after I did. I was still sitting in the car trying to steel my nerves when I saw him pull up. He got out of his BMW and made his way over to my truck. He looked like something out of an Abercrombie ad with his distressed jeans and pale yellow polo shirt. I had always made fun of him for being such a preppy dresser but he really pulled it off well. He walked around the front of my car and opened my door.
“Come on, Chicken.” He grinned at me as he stuck out his hand.
“I’m not a chicken. " I swatted his hand away. “And I can get out of my car just fine on my own, thank you.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh? You just love me and leave me?”
I spun around on my heels so that I was facing him. “Excuse me?”
Grady laughed. He took my arm
