“We could set her up with Reed,” I suggest, which earns me an exaggerated eye roll. “Maybe then he’d be less of a pain in my ass.”
She shakes her head. “I told you he and Willow are going to end up together.”
“I know you did, but I don’t think it’ll happen. They’ve been best friends since high school. That’s a long friendship to put at risk. You and I had reservations about ruining our friendship, and we were nowhere near as close to each other as Reed and Willow are.”
She shrugs. “If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be, and there’s no stopping it from happening.”
“We can agree to disagree on this,” I say.
“We can.” She aims a pointed glance at me. “But when they get together, be prepared for the giantI told you socoming your way.”
I laugh. “Okay. Thanks for the warning.”
“No problem,” she says, winking.
The sound of the front door opening reaches us. “Jordan? You home?” Gramps calls out.
“We’re in the kitchen.”
Ginger wipes her mouth. “Do I look like I just inhaled a sandwich?”
I grin. “You look adorable.”
Gramps ambles into the kitchen wearing his heavy coat and cap. “Good evening, sweetheart,” he greets Ginger with a warm smile. “I didn’t expect to find you here.”
“Yeah, Jordan made me dinner,” she says.
Gramps smiles. “He did?”
“If you can call a sandwich and chips dinner,” I add.
“It was delicious,” she says.
“If you’re cooking now, I might have to start eating meals over here.”
“You’re welcome anytime,” I say.
“Before I forget, your mother needs a cup of milk for some dessert she’s making, and I volunteered to fetch it.”
I stand and move to the fridge. I grab the quart of milk from the shelf and hand it to Gramps. “Maybe you shouldn’t be out walking at night.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, don’t make it sound like I’m wandering around the neighborhood. I walked four houses down.”
“I know, but there can be black ice on the sidewalk or driveway,” I explain.
Gramps looks at Ginger and hooks his thumb toward me. “Do you believe this guy?”
She nods. “Actually, I do. I also have a stubborn grandfather who doesn’t like to listen.”
“Touché,” Gramps replies, patting her on the shoulder. “It’s always nice seeing you, Ginger.”
She smiles. “You as well.”
I walk Gramps to the door and give him a hug.
He tips his head in the direction of the kitchen. “What’s that all about?
I smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
