Forever Curves - Piper Sullivan Page 0,66
a box, wrapped it in chains and locks, and promptly forgot about it. This was good. I didn’t Grant trying to seduce me, or woo me or whatever that sweet note had been.
It was a relief, actually.
Yeah, a relief, that’s what it was.
At least, that’s what I told myself as I clipped and dyed and set hair for the rest of the afternoon, determined not to spend the whole day thinking about how things had gone so terribly wrong with Grant Lopez. The truth was things hadn’t gone wrong, per se, I’d just fallen for the wrong guy.
Again.
But the thing about Grant Lopez was, he didn’t feel like the wrong guy and that’s what made him so dangerous. Which I was reminded of once again when I stepped inside my house later that day and found every surface filled with flowers and chocolates and plenty of other things that made me wonder what the heck he was up to. “Hello?” There was no answer. Of course there was no answer because the house was empty. But I grabbed for my bat just to be sure. “I’m armed so if you value the brains in your head, make yourself known. Now.” It was a ridiculous thing to say to someone who had broken into your home to hand out gifts, but it was all I had.
“Well now, that’s not the greeting I was hoping for but it’s so quintessentially Brenna that I’ll take it.”
Grant. “How did you get in here?”
His brows arched in question. “I have a particular set of skills.”
I held my hands up to stop his words with a smile. “Nope. We’re not doing that.”
“Okay fine. I got by with a little help from my friends. Better?”
I nodded, feeling a little swoony that he’d recruited his friends to help him pull this off, whatever this was. That had to mean something. Didn’t it? “Some. What is all this?”
“Look around and see for yourself.”
I accepted his challenge and went around the living room with a hitch in my throat. The first one I came upon was a lemon cheesecake bite and a little paper ribbon that said your smile is the best part of my day. “Grant,” I gasped.
“What can I say, darlin’? When I’m around you, I aspire to be the funniest man in the world just so I can see your smile and hear your laugh. It’s intoxicating.”
I felt my cheeks flame at his words and moved on. Next was an oversized mint chocolate chip cookie beside a familiar shoe box with a note attached. There’s no such thing as too many boots for the perfect cowgirl. Inside the box were a gorgeous pair of elaborately decorated cowboy boots, the good kind that would still carry you on the dance floor in twenty years. I turned to Grant with a shaky smile. “These are lovely.”
Grant ambled over to where I stood and snagged the cookie with a smile. “The perfect excuse to spend the rest of our lives twirling you around the dance floor.”
The rest of our lives? “What?”
His deep laugh sounded. “I’ve shocked you.”
“Uh, yeah. A little.”
“Then let me be clear, Brenna. I was fooling myself to think we could ever be anything close to casual. You’re a good time, that’s for damn sure, but you’re the kind of woman that once a man gets his hands on her, gets a taste of her, she’s all he can think about. You’re all I think about. You are what I crave, Bren.”
“Grant.”
“I’ve fallen for you Brenna. There is no other way to explain this upside down, don’t know whether I’m coming or going sensation you create whenever you’re around. I’m in love. With you.”
“With me?”
His lips twitched with barely leashed laughter. “I am in love with you, Brenna McKenna.”
I sucked in a sharp breath of surprise at his words even as my shoulders relaxed and my heart rate doubled in intensity and speed. “Oh Grant, I love you too.”
“You do? Thank god, woman!” He pulled me close and wrapped his arms tight around me. “Are you sure, because I have a big speech prepared about how I would give you as much time as you need to come around and love me too.”
“I don’t need it, Grant. I love you but I was too scared to admit it, even to myself.”
“And you’re not scared anymore?”
“Now that I know just how madly in love with me you are, no way!” it was true what they said about love giving