Page 30 of The Holiday Clause
“Greyson, I said it’s fine. Besides, you were right. I started it.”
He still felt guilty. He didn’t want her to feel embarrassed. “It’s my fault. It’s been a long time since I...” He cleared histhroat. “You know. Not that that’s an excuse. But I’m usually not so...”
She laughed. “No matter how long it’s been for you, I’m sure I’ve got you beat.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure. I remember it was snowing the last time I... so that means it was either last winter or the one before.”
She tipped her head forward, dropping her chin to her chest as she stared up at him. “Like I said…I’ve got you beat.”
He arched a brow, dangerous curiosity pushing him to ask, “Really? How long?”
She scoffed, then searched his confused stare and laughed. “You do realize...”
He frowned when she didn’t finish her statement. “Realize what?”
Her lips twisted. “You’re not seriously going to make me say it?”
“Wren, I have no freaking clue what you’re trying to tell me, so yeah, using words would help.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. It’s been forever for me.”
“Feels like that sometimes,” he agreed.
“No, Greyson. I’m saying that literally.”
His entire body stilled. No breathing. No blinking. For a moment, he even lost his hearing. “What’s that now?”
“You know my relationship history.”
“Yeah, but...” Dating had nothing to do with sex. Just because Wren never had a long-term boyfriend didn’t mean she didn’t have... “You’ve had...”
“Never.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Okay. But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
“Wren, you’re thirty years old.”
“I know my age, Grey. But thanks for giving me more of a complex than I already have as Hideaway Harbor’s spinster cat lady.”
“You’re not a spinster. Spinsters are old and frumpy.”
“Old like thirty?”
This didn’t make sense, yet it made perfect sense. He stepped back, tripped over a rake handle, and stumbled into the wall. “God damn, Bodhi and his stupid fucking system!”
“Careful!”
He angrily picked up the shovels, rakes, and brooms and shoved them back into the trash can. “I’m building you a wall rack tomorrow.”
“Why are you so angry?”
“Because Bodhi puts shit away in the dumbest places!”
He couldn’t think. She wasn’t actually saying what he thought she was saying. Was she?
“Greyson, what’s with you today?”
