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On that thought…if her boutique wasn’t an active store front business…
Shit.
Work on the regaining the friendship first, Soy.
“Not terribly so, no. Nothing more than we’ve seen and heard before.”
Sydney frowned at that. “Just stay safe, ok?”
“Always, Sydney bean,” I answered with a chuckle. We were trained to deal with these situations, and short of a head shot, we were protected pretty damn well in Kevlar. Being a detective, I didn’t see as much of the action as our street cops did. I still saw plenty of action of course, but I mostly dealt with the aftermath.
“I should probably head out,” Grace said as she unfolded herself from her chair.
“You sure?” Sydney asked from her perch on the couch.
Grace nodded. “Yeah. Like I said, I have some inventory and shipments to set up so I don’t have to worry about it over the weekend.” She spoke as she moved around the couches and into the kitchen, rinsing her water glass—yes, rinsing a glass used for water—and putting it into the dishwasher. She was such a fucking sweetheart, and her little quirks only made her sweeter.
“I’ll walk you out.” I lifted myself from the couch and Grace made her way back, waving a hand at me.
“Gosh, no. Don’t worry about it.”
“I’ll walk you out,” I repeated. She shrugged and headed toward the mudroom, and I followed behind, appreciating the way her body moved one last time today.
“Oh, hey! Before you go, come for breakfast in the morning!” Sydney called as we slipped back into our shoes.
Grace glanced up at me then back down to her tennis shoes, slipping her heel into the back without untying them. I wanted her to say yes, but I also didn’t want to be the annoying broken record that begged her to come back.
She stood up fully and repositioned the baggy top, this time exposing her other bare shoulder before answering. “Ok.”
She didn’t look at me again, but fuck if I couldn’t stop looking at her.
