Page 112 of Broken Dreams
“Me first!” Jett tries to run faster, but Elodie has a little head start.
Grady laughs and takes my hand in his as we follow behind. It’s been two days since I saw him. The night he was going to come over, Jett had a nightmare and he stayed. This morning, I had a video call with Blakely about a possible benefactor who wants to give us a lot of money and expand Run to Me in a way both of us never dreamed of.
However, the very sweet text asking me to come once I picked Elodie up because he wanted to see us had me driving right over here.
“How was your day?” I ask as we near the play set.
“Good. I got a call from Mateo, wanting to have a meeting tonight.”
“Tonight?”
He nods. “He’s in town, wants to talk about possibly investing, and I meet him at seven.”
I’m so happy for him. “That’s amazing.”
“It will be if I get the money.”
“You will.”
Grady squeezes my hand a little. “After the call, I went to the county office for two hours, trying to figure out what the holdup is with the permits, got a vague answer and a promise to get it pushed through in the next week, and thought about you and me getting naked very soon.”
“I like that last part,” I admit.
“Thought you might.” He pulls me to the blanket and cooler over to the left.
“What’s this?” I ask as I sit and he hands me a bouquet of flowers.
“A single-parent version of dinner.”
I smile. “I see.”
“Kids run around, we sit and watch, and eat whatever I could find out of Brynn’s kitchen.”
“Well the flowers are beautiful, thank you.”
“You’re beautiful.”
I feel the heat rise in my cheeks. I love that he makes me blush. “You’re biased, since you’re getting some.”
“Am I?”
I nod. “You are.”
“I don’t think so. I thought you were beautiful before I got to do very rude things to you. I’m just smart enough now to say it in the hopes I get to do more of it.”
I glance over at the kids, who are climbing up the rock wall, ignoring us completely, and lean in, brushing my lips against his.
“I think I’m a pretty sure thing. Now, what do you have in here?” I ask as I lift the latch to the cooler and laugh at the contents. Inside is a packet of Pop-Tarts, a half-eaten bag of Oreo cookies, a jug of milk, which is always available around here, chips, juice boxes, and string cheese. “I see we have a very good variety.”
“As I said, I grabbed what I could.”
I pull out the milk and cookies because, how can that combo ever be wrong? He smiles, making me want to kiss him again, but instead I pour the milk and open the cookies.
“To sex in different states and multiple orgasms,” Grady says, lifting his Oreo.
“To a man who knows how to do the multiples thing.” I tap his cookie with mine and we both take a bite.
“I’m going to miss that part,” Grady notes.
