Page 122 of Fish out of Water
Grant came out as I opened the back door and helped Collette out of the chair and into the backseat with Sylvia. He hovered, staying close as I closed them in. His eyes stayed on me as I turned to face him.
“Your grandmother is planning on staying with us.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.” He didn’t move.
“You’ll have a nice, quiet night to yourself.” I shouldn’t be as bothered as I was by the thought of not being with Grant tonight.
It was a little silly.
A little crazy.
Maybe this would be good for me too. Reset my dependency dial.
Scale it back to a normal range.
“Your night will be anything but quiet, Banana Pants.” Grant tipped his head toward the backseat. “Especially if you let that one tag along.”
“She’ll be fine.” I was actually a little excited for Collette to get to know Sylvia. “Collette will love her.”
“I’m sure she will.” The corners of Grant’s mouth twitched. “Keep a close eye on her. I don’t want her phone full of dicks when she comes back.”
“I can’t make any promises.” I forced on a smile I didn’t feel.
It was a little embarrassing how much I wanted to drag everyone back to Grant’s house, leaving them to sleep wherever there was space, so I could spend my night cuddled up in his bed.
Grant opened my door. “You get to explain it to my mother.”
I settled into the seat. “I’m not scared of her.”
He smiled. “That’s why I like you.”
The door closed, leaving me to stew on those words.
Grant liked me. I knew that.
He wanted me to only see him and he was only seeing me.
But we’d known each other less than a week.
Wasn’t that too fast for this to be anything real and lasting?
What if it ended up being more of a flash in a pan? Hot and heavy, but short with a lingering burn.
Sylvia chatted idly as we drove toward my apartment. I heard what she was saying but I didn’t really listen.
Things suddenly felt very complicated, which was strange considering they’d been so simple up until now.
So easy.
Outside of the breaking and entering.
And the fishnapping.
And the closet incident.
Incidents.
The ones that didn’t involve an old man penis.
