Chapter Twelve
By Sunday, Stephanie was tired, but not in a bad way. They’d spent a good portion of Thursday night wrestling in bed, and Friday morning Jesse had nonchalantly handed her a key “to make things easier when you want to come over.” Her pleasure had carried her through the workouts of the day, and she’d headed to their house Friday for an energetic play date that had involved more exploration of the toys that Grant seemed to have in abundance.
They’d kept things relatively early since she had clients on Saturday, and the guys had an event that they had to attend for Grant’s work on Saturday night, so she’d snuggled in on her couch to catch up on some shows and eat a large bowl of ice cream. With all the exercising she’d been doing, she didn’t even feel a tiny bit guilty about
