Page 5 of Tattered Souls
And I adored Harlee when I met her.
But if I were being honest with myself, the one I was interested in was Garrick Griggs.
Over the years, I’d heard little about him.
And what I did hear, well, it made me curious.
That was why when Granger told me that we were headed to Carter’s house to meet everyone, I was nervous.
I was finally going to come face to face with them.
My phone pinged with a text.
Harlee – Can’t wait to see you again. Told the girls about you, and they are excited to meet you.
Me – I can’t wait either. I’m a little nervous, though.
Harlee – Don’t be. Promise. Never met a group of people better than them.
Me – Okay, I’ll try not to be.
The moment I set my phone down in my lap, Granger’s arm shot out and pinned me into my seat.
Thankfully, Granger missed my involuntary flinch.
“Fucking asshole.” He muttered.
I inhaled a breath to calm myself down.
A truck had pulled out in front of us.
Then my phone pinged with another text.
Over the past four months, I’d gone on a handful of dates with Lance.
He had been honest that he was seeing what was out there.
That didn’t bother me like it should have.
And I didn’t know why.
Lance – Miss you.
What did I say to that?
Truly, I didn’t miss him.
But I had been conditioned to say things back.
Which was why my fingers moved of their own accord to text him back.
Me – Miss you too.
Taking in another deep breath, I tried to force a smile when Granger looked at me.
We pulled in front of a cute house, white siding with white columns holding up the roof. It appeared to be one-story.
Granger parked the truck behind a pretty-looking black muscle car on the side of the road.
