Blog Post 3/5
Grant isn’t happy with his baby sister! When he meets a wild woman at the auto shop he works at, love is the last thing on his mind.
Grant threw another wrench and listened to it skitter across the concrete floor. He’d wanted to throw a fit when Reagan told him her news, but he had managed to keep it locked down.
“Does he make you happy, Ray?” he’d asked.
“More than anything,” she’d replied.
“And you’re going to bring him over to meet me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
He was silent for a few minutes as he tried to process the fact that his baby girl had grown up. “Okay.”
Grant himself had just turned twenty-five, so it was a shock to have Reagan come to the door with someone clearly older than him.
“Grant, this is Hudson. Hudson, this is my brother, Grant.”
“Hi, Grant, I’ve heard so much about you.” The man was about Grant’s height, with red hair and a full beard. He was standing next to Reagan, thankfully not touching her. He held his hand out, but Grant stood there in the doorway, too frozen to move.
“Grant,” Reagan prodded. He moved backward, allowing them to come inside.
“Your apartment is great,” Hudson said politely.
Reagan smiled up at him like he’d quoted Shakespeare, but Grant could only stare at him. He was trying to work out what to say, but his brain refused to catch up. His baby sister was dating someone older than he was. Living with him, for fuck’s sake.
“Um, we can sit on the couch, right, Grant?”
Grant blinked at Reagan and nodded. Is this what a stroke feels like?
They sat on the couch, Grant on one end and Hudson on the other. Reagan sat between them and both men tried not to claim her as their territory. It was several minutes of uncomfortable silence as nobody knew what to say.
“Anybody hungry? We could go grab dinner,” Reagan suggested.
Grant cleared his throat. “Sure.”
Reagan sighed in relief that he’d finally spoken. “Bernie’s?”
“Sounds great.”
The three of them stood, and it got awkward again. Grant wasn’t going to be chauffeured by his sister’s boyfriend, but he’d recently traded his four-door truck for a Harley.
“I’ll drive,” Reagan spoke up.
The tension was ridiculous. Grant had to lock up, so he let the two of them go ahead of him. When Hudson put his hand on Reagan’s back as she headed down the stairs, Grant growled. Hudson apparently heard him, because he dropped his hand and stayed a few paces behind her.
His reaction to her news is not exactly what she was hoping for. If you missed the first snippet, check out last week’s blog. Keep an eye out for more content, and don’t forget to pre-order Grant’s book!
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That’s almost how I pictured them meetting
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