Page 40 of Fish out of Water
Grant dropped into his seat. “Ready to head home?”
My belly twisted at the reminder that I was about to be alone with Grant Servantes in the dark. “Yup.”
I’d gone on my fair share of dates since moving to Florida, thanks to the dating apps Mrs. Hill encouraged me to put on my phone, but so far my luck hadn’t been so great.
Most of them were either way too boring or way too laid back.
I was all for the coastline life but a girl had bills to pay, and I’d taken care of other people my whole life. I had no interest in taking care of a grown-ass man.
But Grant wasn’t boring or laid back. He was clearly capable of paying his bills, but also seemed perfectly fine eating dinner at a hot dog stand.
And he was pretty freaking easy on the eyes.
All of him.
Grant got us back to my apartment, no directions required, which was pretty impressive considering I still used my phone’s GPS for pretty much everything.
Except once we got there he drove right past my building.
I turned in the seat, pointing as we continued moving. “That was my apartment.”
“We should probably go check on Vito’s place.” He glanced my way. “Or have you abandoned your duty as fish feeder?”
“There’s no fish to feed.” Explaining that to Mr. Frazier was not going to be fun.
Maybe I would just let Grant handle it.
I sighed. “I guess we could glue all the tails in the freezer together and see if he notices.”
Grant’s head slowly came my way. “Say that again?”
“I told you about them already.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think you did.”
“It was right after we were…” My eyes dropped all on their own, stalling out at the part of him I spent too many brain cells trying to reconstruct a mental picture.
“Are you going to objectify me forever?”
Probably. “You were naked.” I unfastened my seatbelt as he parked, ready to get out of the car and into some fresh air. “With a boner.”
After he said my name.
Sort of.
Fucking Banana Pants.
That’s what he’d said not even thirty seconds before he showed up next to me, naked and hard.
“They happen.” He leaned closer. “You have a whole phone full of them, remember?”
I opened my door and shoved one foot out. “Those are publicly traded boners.” I pushed to my feet and came face to face with Mr. and Mrs. Sperry. Both of them stared at me with wide eyes.
I lifted my hand, wiggling my fingers in a little wave. “Nice night, isn’t it?”
They both nodded, their tight smiles making it clear they would spend the rest of their evening judging me at least a little.
Which was fine. My mother did it every day.
