In an instant, my excitement over getting to know Grayson’s family, and hopefully find out more about him, was squashed under the awkwardness of his girlfriend…wait, was she still his girlfriend?
As long as he wants you, that’s all that matters. I straightened my spine, pushed my shoulders back, and gave Grayson some side-eye. I was the daughter of a Colonel in the United States Army. I’d held my own at parties with people a lot more powerful and with harsher ulterior motives than Parker could ever dream. I could handle Parker. Thank you, Mom.
He brushed his lips over my ear in a delicate kiss and whispered, “I didn’t know, and I’m so sorry.”
I gave the tiniest nod possible and tried to remember what he’d said. I’m always your Grayson. But how would he hold up when everyone expected Grace’s Gray?
Dinner was passed family style with grilled chicken legs, roasted potatoes, green beans, and some kind of stuffing that looked delicious. The others made small talk while I dug into the stuffing, lifting the fork to my lips.
“No!” Grayson shouted, knocking the fork out of my hand. It clattered to the table, nearly taking out my wineglass.
Well, there went the small talk.
“Gray?” his mom asked while I stared wide-eyed at him.
“That has pecans in it,” he explained to me, panic in his eyes, then matter-of-factly switched our plates, since his had yet to be touched by the stuffing.
“Thank you,” I said softly as his hand brushed across my cheek.
He took a deep breath like he was steadying himself. “Sam’s allergic to nuts.”
“Oh my, Sam, I’m incredibly sorry,” his mom apologized.
“Don’t be, you didn’t know.” Holy shit. That could have been bad. “I didn’t even bring an epi pen,” I said to Grayson. “It’s at the beach house. What was I thinking?”
He squeezed my hand under the table. “I carry one, don’t worry.”
“What? Since when?”
“Since I almost fed you that banana-walnut muffin. I ordered it online,” he answered with a shrug.
“Seriously?” Parker asked.
“Seriously,” he shot back, his voice harsh.
We all chewed in relative silence. He carried an epi pen? For me? Well, crap if I didn’t love that about him now, too.
“So, Sam, how did you and Gray meet?” Grayson’s dad asked.
I swallowed my food. It had begun. “We’re roommates.”
“You’re living with this young woman?” Ian set his knife down abruptly. Better than picking it up, right?
“Funny story there,” Grayson cut in. “I thought she was a guy when I said yes to another roommate, and well…” The way he looked at me caught my breath. “As you can see, she’s an incredibly beautiful woman.”
“So you’re living together. In a relationship and living together,” Tess said, then took a shaky swallow of her wine. “That’s nice.”
“So, Sam, what are you studying in school?” Connie asked, trying to keep the peace.
“Mathematics.” I gave her a thankful smile.
“You want to teach?” his mom added, and my head swiveled to the opposite end of the table.
“No, ma’am. I tutor now, but it’s not my strong suit. I’m more interested in applied mathematics.” I tucked my hair behind my ear, and Mrs. Bowden cleared her throat.
“Grace was going to be a teacher,” Ian Bowden added. “She thought it would be a perfect fit once Grayson came home to take over the shop.”
Take over the shop? He’d never even mentioned it.
Joey sat up a little taller and all but stabbed her chicken. This was definitely going down as the most awkward meal I’d ever had. What was I supposed to say to that? “I’m sure she would have been a wonderful teacher.”
He looked somewhat appeased.
“Math, huh?” Parker raised her eyebrows and leaned forward to make sure I saw. “I bet that’s useful while you’re helping Grayson study, right?”
Crap. I should have asked him what he did tell his family.
Grayson tensed beside me. “Parker?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Gray. I didn’t tell you. I found your study guide today at the hospital.” She threw his 5&9 cards into the middle of the table.