Page 17 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Biker

I scrolled through the entire conversation. Every confession. Every vulnerable admission. Every ridiculous, wine-soaked observation.

Me: I think Grim might actually like me.

Me: He said I don't need fixing.

Me: The old crush isn't as dead as I told you it was.

Me: I wanted him to kiss me last night.

Horror washed over me in cold, relentless waves. I waited until I could breathe again, then crossed the barn slowly, my phone clutched in one hand.

Grim watched me approach. His expression remained neutral, but tension radiated from his shoulders.

"How long have you known?" I asked.

He didn't pretend to misunderstand.

"Somewhere on the ride over Friday morning," he said. "The messages didn't quite fit. I wasn't sure until I got to the turnoff for the cabin, but I was mostly sure."

"But you kept coming."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Grim's gaze held mine. "Because you needed someone. Whoever you'd meant to text, you needed somebody this weekend."

"That's not the real reason."

He paused. "No."

"What was?"

"I wanted it to be me."

The truth sucked all the breath right out of my lungs.

"You could have told me at the door," I said. "Before I let you inside. Before you almost kissed me."

"I know."

He didn't try to make excuses.

I wasn’t sure how angry I should be. He'd let me believe I was confessing to Everett when he knew the truth. He'd responded as himself while allowing me to think he was my brother.

But anger wouldn't come. Under all the embarrassment and confusion, I realized something else. I'd wanted him to kiss me last night.

I still wanted him to kiss me now.

And this time, there were no misunderstandings between us.

"I'm not going to think about the timing right now," I finally said.

Grim's brows pulled together. "Hannah⁠—"

"I mean it. I'll think about it later. After the wedding." I stepped closer. "But right now, knowing everything, I still want you to kiss me."

His expression changed. The tension eased from his shoulders, replaced by something deliberate and focused. "You're sure?"