I had a sudden flashback on that first day on the beach, when I'd lost my bikini top, and he'd found it for me. I smiled. I had some great memories that I would always cherish and hoped he would cherish them too.
I finally pulled up back outside my apartment, lucky to find a parking spot so close, and carried in my shopping. But waiting for me outside the door was Grayson.
He looked terrible. Tired and unshaven, and I wondered how he could manage to pull paying customers looking like that. The second he saw me, his eyes brightened, and he jumped up from where he'd been sitting by the doorstep.
I stopped, not quite sure what to say or do. I settled for a meagre, 'Hello, Grayson.'
'Hello, Grayson? That's all you're going to say after standing me up like that and buggering off for two wee
