“Why me?” “Why you?” he parrots. I bite my cheek. “Why me? I’m assuming Lucy sent along other women for the arrangement, yet it had been a week by the time I said yes and you still hadn’t found someone.” Grayson stiffens beside me, a flush working its way along his cheeks. I’d never tell him, but it’s the most endearing thing about him. Usually men are hard to read, and sure, Grayson has moments that make me puzzled, but it’s something special when a person wears their heart on their sleeve. He shrugs sheepishly. “I don’t know.” I bump my shoulder with his and smile. I’m making him squirm.
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