going?”
I sigh happily. “It’s good. I thought I’d get to see more of my dad, but he’s a pretty busy guy. I’m keeping busy with all of this, though.” I gesture toward my desk and computer.
Berkeley smiles. “And…how are things with Grisham?”
My mouth drops open. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb, my friend.” Rolling her eyes, Berkeley crosses her arms over her chest. “I saw you two together at the cookout. It was adorable. You were all shy and covert flirty, while he was all ‘can’t-keep-his-eyes-off-you.’”
“Really? You thought we looked…” I can feel my face heating, but it’s not embarrassment that causes my blush this time. It’s hope.
“Girl, he wants you bad. Like, bad. And he’s Grisham, so he’ll right it as long as he can. He’s a good guy, you know? He won’t push you. Especially after everything he’s been through.”
I’m soaking in every word she says like a thirsty sponge. Any tidbit of knowledge she has about Grisham is precious to me. She’s known him for a long time, and I trust her judgment. If she thinks Grisham’s into me…
“Well, I thought he sent me flowers this morning.” I sweep my hand toward the jug of roses sitting prettily on my desk.
Berkeley’s whiskey-colored eyes widen. “Did he?”
Shaking my head, I frown. “No. And there was no note, so I have no clue who would have sent them.”
Unable to help herself, she moves closer, inspecting the flowers. The designer inside of Berkeley inspires her to begin arranging them, turning them this way and that in the vase. Her face lights up. “You have a secret admirer!”
Just the thought makes me cringe. “No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do!” she says, clapping her hands. “And as soon as Grisham finds out, he’ll probably go all alpha-male on your ass.” She continues arranging the flowers, but then she frowns. “You only have eleven. Your secret admirer got gypped.”
I don’t care about how many flowers there are. But I immediately lock on to her comment about Grisham. I consider him for a minute. I think of the sexy, colorful tattoos covering his chest and shoulders, of the single-minded determination in his eyes when he’s teaching me a combat move. I think of the way he saved me from the ocean the day he came back into my life, and the way he growled when he was horsing around with his buddies at the cookout. A flare of heat rises inside of me, and I close my eyes briefly.
“I think he’s already an alpha male.”
Berkeley laughs. “Maybe he is. But the thought of another guy going after you is going to make him plain old crazy.”
I’m flooded with liquid want, and I squeeze my knees together.
Time for a subject change . “Did you know he’s teaching me to fight? Well…to defend myself, at least. My dad wants me to learn how to for this job.”
Berkeley nods. “Dare told me. How’s that going?”
“We’ve only had one lesson so far, but it went really well. Grisham’s a good teacher.”
“I’m sure he is,” she says with a knowing grin. “I like you two together. I hope you guys make it happen.” She snaps her fingers. “Hey! Let’s get everyone together for drinks tomorrow night. Sound good?”
I nod. “Sounds good to me. Want me to ask Grisham?”
“Hell yes, I want you to ask him. And make sure Mea comes, too. I hardly ever get to see her anymore now that she’s getting ready to open her own yoga studio.”
“I think she’s a ways from the ‘opening’ stage. She’s still planning. But yeah, she’s been super busy with it. I’m proud of her.” And I really am. Yoga is something Mea is passionate about and really skilled at teaching. She’s going to have a kick-ass studio once she gets it off the ground.
“Me, too. Anyway, I’ve gotta get back to my own job. When Dare comes out, will you let him know his smoothie is in the freezer?”
I walk with her to the doors. “See you tomorrow night, Berk. Text me
I sigh happily. “It’s good. I thought I’d get to see more of my dad, but he’s a pretty busy guy. I’m keeping busy with all of this, though.” I gesture toward my desk and computer.
Berkeley smiles. “And…how are things with Grisham?”
My mouth drops open. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb, my friend.” Rolling her eyes, Berkeley crosses her arms over her chest. “I saw you two together at the cookout. It was adorable. You were all shy and covert flirty, while he was all ‘can’t-keep-his-eyes-off-you.’”
“Really? You thought we looked…” I can feel my face heating, but it’s not embarrassment that causes my blush this time. It’s hope.
“Girl, he wants you bad. Like, bad. And he’s Grisham, so he’ll right it as long as he can. He’s a good guy, you know? He won’t push you. Especially after everything he’s been through.”
I’m soaking in every word she says like a thirsty sponge. Any tidbit of knowledge she has about Grisham is precious to me. She’s known him for a long time, and I trust her judgment. If she thinks Grisham’s into me…
“Well, I thought he sent me flowers this morning.” I sweep my hand toward the jug of roses sitting prettily on my desk.
Berkeley’s whiskey-colored eyes widen. “Did he?”
Shaking my head, I frown. “No. And there was no note, so I have no clue who would have sent them.”
Unable to help herself, she moves closer, inspecting the flowers. The designer inside of Berkeley inspires her to begin arranging them, turning them this way and that in the vase. Her face lights up. “You have a secret admirer!”
Just the thought makes me cringe. “No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do!” she says, clapping her hands. “And as soon as Grisham finds out, he’ll probably go all alpha-male on your ass.” She continues arranging the flowers, but then she frowns. “You only have eleven. Your secret admirer got gypped.”
I don’t care about how many flowers there are. But I immediately lock on to her comment about Grisham. I consider him for a minute. I think of the sexy, colorful tattoos covering his chest and shoulders, of the single-minded determination in his eyes when he’s teaching me a combat move. I think of the way he saved me from the ocean the day he came back into my life, and the way he growled when he was horsing around with his buddies at the cookout. A flare of heat rises inside of me, and I close my eyes briefly.
“I think he’s already an alpha male.”
Berkeley laughs. “Maybe he is. But the thought of another guy going after you is going to make him plain old crazy.”
I’m flooded with liquid want, and I squeeze my knees together.
Time for a subject change . “Did you know he’s teaching me to fight? Well…to defend myself, at least. My dad wants me to learn how to for this job.”
Berkeley nods. “Dare told me. How’s that going?”
“We’ve only had one lesson so far, but it went really well. Grisham’s a good teacher.”
“I’m sure he is,” she says with a knowing grin. “I like you two together. I hope you guys make it happen.” She snaps her fingers. “Hey! Let’s get everyone together for drinks tomorrow night. Sound good?”
I nod. “Sounds good to me. Want me to ask Grisham?”
“Hell yes, I want you to ask him. And make sure Mea comes, too. I hardly ever get to see her anymore now that she’s getting ready to open her own yoga studio.”
“I think she’s a ways from the ‘opening’ stage. She’s still planning. But yeah, she’s been super busy with it. I’m proud of her.” And I really am. Yoga is something Mea is passionate about and really skilled at teaching. She’s going to have a kick-ass studio once she gets it off the ground.
“Me, too. Anyway, I’ve gotta get back to my own job. When Dare comes out, will you let him know his smoothie is in the freezer?”
I walk with her to the doors. “See you tomorrow night, Berk. Text me
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