Chapter 14: That's Not What I Was Expecting

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I'm standing behind the counter at the diner; bored out of my mind. Today has been an extremely slow damn day. I've been thinking about his ringless finger a lot lately. I noticed it a few weeks ago and yet it is still on my mind. Why does he have a ringless finger? I mean he has had that thing on for years; so why take it off now? It makes literally no sense at all. It is like an extra bone to his body. The diner bell at the counter has taken me out of my thoughts. When I glance back up, I am staring back into the eyes of Grayson. He has a barely there smile on his face. For once...

"Day dreaming?" He jokes.

"Table?" I question.

"As usual." He replies with a chuckle. I point to his usual table yet it was pointless because I'm pointing to his retreating figure.

"Don't send any random waitress Pheebes." He calls out over his shoulder.

"I wouldn't dare." I yell back from behind the counter.
I quickly grab my pen and notepad, which makes no sense considering he always orders the same thing every time. Well, except for that one time. Grabbing my pen and notepad made sense to me. As I make my way to his table...

"The usual Pheebes." I take it back; I shouldn't have grabbed these. I turn on my heels and yell through the kitchen window.

"Gray's usual."

The cook has his food out on the kitchen window in under ten minutes. I walk slower than normal towards this table.

"I have a question to ask you." Grayson begins to say.

My mind drifts off to Dream Land of him kissing me.

Wait, WHAT! Pheebes get your head on straight!

"Pheebes?" Gray calls out.

"Huh?" I sound confused. Which I am since I haven't paid any attention.

"Could you watch the girls for me tonight? I have to work a double shift. Lane called out." He begins to explain.

"YES!" I scream out.

Why must I be so overdramatic?

"Uh, Great. I'll write my address down for you. Actually, hand me your phone and I will put my number it in. You can do the same in mine. It would be easier and you wouldn't have to worry about losing a piece of paper like you usually do. So, I will just text you it. Plus, I can check on the girls later." He rambles on.

"Uh sure?" I question myself more than him. I pull my phone out of my apron and hand it to him. I watch as he types away on my phone. Seconds later he hands me his phone to enter my number it, which I do. We switch phones back. By the time I have made it to the counter, my phone chimes.

Gray: It's me.

Phoebe: Obviously. I didn't think a serial killer would be texting me...

Gray: Ouch. You wound me. How do you know I'm not one?

Phoebe: It's you Grayson. You can't even harm a fly.

Gray: Pheebes has jokes today? Anyways, here's my address. 77 Birmingham Street. The babysitter leaves at 3.

Phoebe: I'll be there by 2:30 Gray don't worry.

Gray: Thank Pheebes. I'l be home at 7 in the morning.

Phoebe: You are welcome. Bye Gray I have to work Jackass.

Gray: Code is 2016

Why do I need a code?

I toss my phone in my apron and watch as Gray exits the diner. I have an hour and half before I have to leave work. Two hours before I get to Gray's house. I've never been to his house so, I don't know what to expect.

I walk to my car and begin the drive to his house. I pull up exactly at 2:30 in front of a Victorian styled gate. The gate with a gate code box by the window of my car... That's why I needed that code. I punch in the code and the gates open up. I drive slow down this long windy driveway. I pass by a barn and five beautiful horses.

I never knew he had horses!

I guess there's a lot I truly don't know about Gray.

The driveway ends in front of a circle with a fountain in the center of it. As I park my car and look to the house itself. My jaw hits the driveway. He lives in an Victorian styled farmhouse.

What have I gotten myself into?

What have I gotten myself into?

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