Page 52 of Yours, Always
“I’ll allow the extra two minutes. It was worth it.” Prudence adjusted her skirt back to her knees, smoothing the fabric into place. “But really, I have to get to the office.”
“Hmmm, office you say?”
“Greyson Atwood, you’re to stay away from my office today.”
“But, I haven’t seen it yet, Pru.”
“You will, I promise you will, but just not today.”
Greyson lounged against the countertop, crossing his bare feet at the ankles. “What’s on the docket for the Fall Festival? Annabelle promised me an itinerary, but she hasn’t sent anything.”
“I’d like to think that she knows neither of us has time for her tasks anymore, much more important things to do, you know.”
“It’s better she doesn’t send anything than send a list that doesn’t even get done. So what is tonight?”
“Wine Wednesday,” Prudence said, grabbing the coffee pot and filling a travel mug.
“I like the sound of this.” Greyson moved to the fridge and grabbed a large bottle of pumpkin spice creamer, handing it to Prudence. “Tell me more.”
“It’s new this year. The downtown bars and restaurants are having wine tastings to get people in the door. It was Gabe’s idea, actually.”
“That’s genius, free publicity. Good job, bro.”
“You can tell him when we go to Finnegan’s on one of our stops tonight.”
“Actually”—Greyson grabbed anA Good Day to Die—the fourth movie in his Ben Stone spy series—promotional mug, and poured himself a cup of coffee—“I’ll see him this afternoon. He volunteered to help make the haunted house, so we’ve got a long day of woodworking ahead of us. It needs to be done by tomorrow.”
“Oh, a looooong day of woodworking, hm?” Prudence said suggestively. “Oh God, forget I said that. It’ll be great for you two to get some quality time together.”
“I was also thinking…” Greyson looked nervous.
Prudence moved next to him, one arm around his waist, giving him a side squeeze and laying her head on his shoulder. “What is it, Grey?”
“I was going to ask if I should move my things over here for the rest of my trip.” Her eyebrows rose with surprise, and he continued in a rush. “I don’t want to presume anything since it’s only been a few days. I know this is your house and I don’t want to intrude, but I want to spend every second I can with you, not having to go back and forth between houses.”
“I agree, Grey.” Prudence laid her hand on his arm. “That’s a great idea.”
“Oh good.” His face broke out into a large grin. “I was actually kind of worried you’d say no.”
“Grey, I haven’t said ‘no’ to anything you’ve asked of me. I’m not going to start now.”
“Well, you did say no to—”
“Everywoman says no to that—at least at first.”
“Anyway.” He led her to the door. “You go to work, and I’ll head over to Gabe’s to grab my things and help with the haunted house. I’ll see you when you get home?”
There’s that word again—home.She felt a pang of sadness that his time here would be coming to an end soon, and Greyson would go back to his own life on the other coast but she shook that thought away as quickly as it came. She had to focus on the here and the now. Greyson was with hernowand that had to be good enough. They’d figure the rest out later.
“I should be home around five. How about we have dinner before the wine tasting? Tony’s Pizzeriajust opened. We can start the night off there with some food.”
“I’ll be ready.” Greyson pulled her in for a scorching kiss before gently turning her toward the door. Prudence’s face heated, and she was breathing hard.
“Not fair, Grey!”
He gave her a slight swat on her ass as he led her out then shut the screen door behind her, smiling a devious smile. “You’ll have to wait until tonight, Pru.”
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