Page 49 of The Last to Know

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Caz parked the car as close to the high street as they could get, but far enough away from the restaurant that it gave Grace enough time and options to peruse some of the shops.

It didn’t take long before Caz was loaded up like a pack horse with multiple bags of things her wife just had to have, including, she noticed, a baby’s romper suit with an image of a car on the front.

She didn’t comment on it. What was the point? Dampening Grace’s excitement just seemed so counterproductive, and anyway, they’d probably need it soon enough.

“Are you done? Because the table is booked, and we still have to get there.” Caz checked her watch once more.

Threading her arm around Caz’s elbow, Grace tightened her grip and looked up at her, smiling. “Yep. For now.”

“Good, because I might just die of starvation…and heat stroke… I’m not a camel,” Caz said with a seriousness she couldn’t keep up. The corners of her mouth turned upwards as she gazed down at Grace.

Arm in arm, they strolled along the cobbled part of the street. Grace had taken several bags from Caz’s grip and they swung easily by her side with every step she took.

When they reached the restaurant, Caz stepped forward to open the door, but felt herself tugged back as Grace’s hand slid down her arm and their fingers entwined.

“What’s up?” she asked quickly, alarmed at the way Grace looked at her.

Grace’s features moved from a subtle frown, her lips pressed together tightly, before something else must have come to mind and her face relaxed into a smile.

“Nothing,” she said quietly. “I’m just…” She shrugged easily. “Happy.” The smile widened. “And I just wanted to tell you that without it sounding…” Now her nose scrunched, alongside another shrug. “Silly.”

Caz let the door close and stepped towards Grace. It felt natural to just…kiss her.

Grace didn’t complain. It wasn’t like the kiss they’d shared previously, but it wasn’t the kind of kiss you shared with a friend, either.

“If there is one thing I am sure of…it’s that marrying you was the best decision I’ve ever made, and it will be my life’s honour to make sure you always feel…silly.” Caz grinned. “Now, food. I am hungry.”

“Okay, okay.” Grace laughed and squeezed under Caz’s arm when she held the door open. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“I’m your idiot. That’s all that matters.” She smiled, before her attention moved to the woman behind the desk. “Hi, table for Madden.”

A quick perusal of the dining room plan, and the woman reached for menus. “Right this way.”

Grace followed, Caz taking up the rear of the formation, her mind doing mental somersaults, as Grace’s words played out.

But more than that, it was the way Grace had been looking at her lately; the way they were kissing now, and the way she was currently looking at Grace, too. Her eyes drifted lower to enjoy the way Grace’s backside moved in those tight jeans.

Caz breathed deeply and looked away—to the floor and then around the room. Two sets of friendly eyes stared over at her.

A hand raised and waved.

She recognised Morgan instantly. Alex looked different without her headscarf, but still, who else could it be?

“Hi,” Caz said, thankful for something to take her mind off of that perfect backside. She was about to ask a stupid question—“What are you doing here?”Bloody obvious, wasn’t it? Instead, she just kind of nodded and continued to follow the waitress and Grace.

When they were seated, Grace leaned in.

“Did you just say hi to them?”

Caz nodded. “Yeah, it’s polite, isn’t it?”

Grace’s eyes grew wide. “You know who that is, don’t you?”

Caz nodded. “Yeah, Alex and Morgan,” she said, nonchalantly picking up the menu and giving it no further mind until she felt a kick under the table. “Ow, what was that for?”

Grace was still staring at her with wide, questioning eyes. “I’m sorry, what?”

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