Page 81 of Open Net

Grant glanced over his shoulder and nodded. “Hey.”

“Hi guys.”

Addison sat next to Grant, placing two glasses between them. She was acting like this wasn’t the first time she’d been over. Was this normal?

I watched them as I crossed the room toward the stairs. They seemed comfortable around each other, more so than just one night at the gala could have done. I narrowed my eyes at Grant leaning over Elijah. He was talking to him in a high-pitched baby voice. I shook my head and headed up to the guest room.

After setting down my bag I picked up my phone and called Emma. I needed to know if I was the only one that had missed this.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hey, I have a random question for you.”

There was a pause. “Okay?”

“Has Addison said anything about Grant?”

“Um not since the gala.”

Huh. So, Addison hadn’t told Emma about this. Maybe it was the first time and they were just really relaxed around each together.

No. There was no way this was the first time.

“Why?”

Her voice brought me back from analyzing what I just saw. “She’s over at Grant’s right now.”

“With Elijah?”

“Yeah.”

“Huh.” She sounded surprised.

“They’re in the living room and Grant’s playing with him. This could be the first time, but Addison was in the kitchen getting them drinks. I know that doesn’t mean anything, but that’s not normally what someone would do their first time at someone’s house, right?”

She laughed. “No, definitely not. It took her at least two weeks to feel comfortable leaving her shoes on at our house.”

I loved that she said our.

“So how long do you think this has been going on?”

“No idea, but you bet I’ll be asking her about it.”

I smiled at how excited she sounded.

“They didn’t act awkward or anything when I walked in, either. It felt like I walked into the twilight zone.”

“I bet. I can’t believe she hasn’t told me.”

I loved talking to Emma like this. Sure, we were gossiping, but we were on the same page. We were joking. We were acting like us.

“Should I do some recon work? Get pictures to prove it happened?”

She laughed again. “I really doubt you’re stealth enough to pull that off.”

I scoffed. “I can be discreet.”

“No honey. You can’t.”