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“Why the hell would I do that?”
“Because Grace loves hard. She’ll sacrifice for those around her. My baby girl is in love with you, and the last thing she’ll want is to be away from you.” Carl’s words hang in the air as all eyes stay on me.
“One thing to know about me, Carl, is that I love hard, too. And Grace is no exception. If she gets into the program, I’ll make sure she goes.”
“We’re counting on it.”
Chapter 20
Grace
“Delivery for Grace Monroe.”
“Right here.” I meet the delivery man halfway and take the box out of his hands. “Do you need me to sign for anything?”
“Once I get it all. There’s more in the truck.”
“More?”
“Yes, more.” He goes to the black van and returns with an enormous bouquet of flowers and a picnic basket.
I sign and he leaves before I open the card nestled in the flowers.
Thank you again. The weekend was perfect.
Love,
Nick
I open the box and let out a loud laugh at the new number six jersey. Unlike the flowers, this card is written in his handwriting.
Since your other one was ruined, I figured you needed this for the game this weekend. I’ll imagine you wearing it.
Love,
Nick
Flutters start in my stomach as I open the picnic basket and start taking out the items. High-pitched giggles pour out of my mouth as I take inventory. Four bottles of wine, a large fruit and cheese tray, and all my favorite snacks.
It’s probably self-explanatory, but I tried to get all the things you love. Think of me while you enjoy. Have I mentioned how much I’m beginning to dread away games?
Love,
Nick
Yes, Nick, you’ve mentioned this a few times, I think to myself. Truth is, I dread away games, too.
I line up the cards on the counter and re-read them over and over again, my heart swelling at his signature. Love, Nick.
There is no doubt in my mind I’m head over heels in love with Nick Bennett. I think I always have b
een. At first, the feeling petrified me. It was too soon, but now, it feels right.
So, so right.
“Did you change your birthday and not tell me?” Logan comes around the corner, seeing the mounds of gifts on the desk.
“Nope.” I gather the cards and slip them into the picnic basket.
