“Uncle Grady, are you and Uncle Max going to get married?” Grady’s first impulse was to say no very loudly. He’d spent the past fifteen years determined to keep everyone he could at arm’s length because he couldn’t lose what he didn’t have. His second thought was, I should be so lucky, which made him want to run screaming into the Atlantic. It was a wild swing from his gut reaction and a huge leap from where they stood now—they hadn’t even used the word relationship, never mind defined it—to that potential future. Somehow his feet stayed planted and his mouth stayed shut, for which he was
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