“Why didn’t you want to tell them?” Vern asks. Her gaze was unwavering and intense.
I shrugged. “I don’t want Grayson to worry all throughout lunch. Besides, it’s not like he can do anything from the restaurant.” I pulled out a cardigan from the closet and tried it on.
“Alright, but we’re telling them as soon as we get back.”
“Agreed.” I said, taking a step away from the closet. “How do I look?” I posed for Vern.
“Hot,” she answers.
“Aw, thanks!”
She gets up to her feet. “Time to head downstairs?”
“I guess so,” I said with a sigh.
Vern threw an arm around me. “Don’t worry, lunch will be fine.”
I glanced down the hall and brought my voice down to a whisper. “It’s not weird that he’s here early?”
“He’s only early by a couple of days.”
I bit my lip. I’m still not convince
