CHAPTER TEN
The next morning was Sunday, and I was a hot mess. I had spent the previous evening ruminating over Clint and his new lady love. Grant sensed something was wrong and tried to draw it out of me, but I told him it had just been a long week and I was tired. To make up for my foul mood, I suggested that he come with his mother to the birthday dinner at my parent’s house. He agreed with more enthusiasm than he should have. At the end of the evening, he leant in a little too close. His lips expected a good night kiss which didn’t happen and never would. I gave him a brief hug and hurried into my house without inviting him in.
I pulled on my baby blue chenille robe and knotted it around my waist with a sharp tug. I slid my feet into my pink elephant slippers and scuffed my way to th
