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“You’re just going to have to be surprised.”
“Thank God, I trust you and Daphne. I’m not the most adventurous eater.”
“You’re not?” Cat prompted.
“I’d call myself average. But it wouldn’t be for just anyone that I would try something if I didn’t know what was inside.” The rolls were fluffy with a shiny surface. “What makes them shiny?” I asked as I lifted one.
“It’s how I proved the dough,” Daphne called over.
“I don’t know what that means,” I said as I glanced up at Cat.
She grinned and circled her hand in the air, clearly impatient for me to try one. I took a bite.
Flavor broke across my tongue, savory with a hint of sweetness, cheese, and spinach. “Cheese and something sweet with spinach?”
Cat’s grin widened. “Can you guess the cheese?”
I took another bite to be sure. “Brie,” I announced.
She clapped her hands. “What else?”
“Spinach, and, I don't know, something sweet is in there.”
“Brown sugar. Sugar makes everything better,” Daphne offered.
I finished the roll and glanced at Cat. “You know we still haven’t had the card night.”
She shrugged. “I know. I got busy with the play. It’ll be over after the next two weekends, so let’s make it happen.”
A few minutes later, I felt Grant's presence before I saw him when a prickling sensation skittered up my spine and heat suffused me. Honestly, even though I had accepted my feelings for him, it was embarrassing to have a man affect me this easily and powerfully.
I glanced over my shoulder. He had paused by the counter and was saying something to Flynn, who must have come in with him. Whether or not he sensed my eyes on him, he paused midsentence and glanced in my direction. His lips kicked up at the corners before he looked back toward Flynn, cuffing him lightly on the shoulder and then crossing over to where I sat at the table. Flynn's gaze followed him, pausing to meet mine. He winked before turning to drop a kiss on Daphne's cheek.
Grant slipped into the chair beside me, immediately asking, “How do you feel?”
“I feel like I'm tired of people asking me how I feel,” I replied.
Unruffled, Grant shrugged. “Deal with it. That's what people do when they give a shit.”
What would have once annoyed me only elicited a giggle now. “How do you feel?” I glanced down at his thigh, although his jeans covered his injury.
“It's itchy,” he offered.
“That’s a good sign. It means it’s healing.”
I felt too good to fuss and simply leaned back in my chair, savoring the feel of his arm sliding across my shoulders.
“Am I allowed to kiss you in front of everybody?”
My cheeks were burning up, and I glanced over my shoulder. “Yes, but don't make a show.”
“I know you'll never be into PDA,” he murmured before he quickly leaned over and dusted a kiss on the side of my neck.
Goose bumps chased over my skin. My entire body felt fizzy and sparkly. Dear God, how in the world was I actually going to live with this man? Well, I already did live with him, so that was convenient.
Hours later, we were back at the staff house. It was just Grant and me.
“When does Cat’s play start?” I asked.
