I didn't tell my son he was right, nor did I agree with him because both would've bordered on me saying something I would regret later on. Instead, I changed the subject.
"I hope you don't mind us making a pit stop before going back to Boston."
"Nope." Andrew sounded almost excited. "Where are we going?"
A smile took over my face. "Alaska. There's someone I would like you to meet."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sarah
This was the second morning—okay, actually third—but the second time I was waking up with Graham in my bed after going to sleep on my own. I groaned when I felt his arms tighten around me.
"You don't sound happy that I'm here." He nuzzled into my neck.
I let myself relax into his arms. "I just wish you were coming into my bed for a better reason is all."
"We could change that, you know." Graham wrapped his arm tighter around me. "But first I’d like you to meet someone."
I knew who that someone was even before he said anything and my entire body tightened up. Yesterday Graham and Matthew had left to go pick up Graham's son. They got back late and I, unfortunately, fell asleep too early. Which meant that someone was Andrew and I wasn't sure I was ready for that.
I twisted in his arms so I could meet his gaze when I asked, "Are you sure you want me to meet your son?"
Graham gave me a sleepy smile. "Well, I planned to introduce you as the woman who survived the plane crash with me, but if you think that's too much . . ." He let the sentence hang.
I pushed on his arm when he started to laugh. "It's not funny."
"I mean it kinda is. Just because I keep waking up in your bed doesn't mean I assume anything. I would hope we would have that conversation before I tell Andrew anything."
Yeah, I would hope so too. "Well, the way you got all serious on me was a little concerning."
"I'll remember that for the next time." Graham smiled at me and I shook my head.
"You know, you're completely different from the man I initially met." The words just flew out of my mouth as I was thinking them and I immediately wanted to take them back when Graham's smile slipped away.
"I know, and I'm sorry for that. I was pissed off at my ex and taking it out on you because I found you attractive."
My heart fluttered at his words. "You found me attractive?"
I wasn't used to people noticingmeat first glance. My scar, yes, but not me as a person.
"Why wouldn't I?" He ran his fingers gently along the side of my face. "You're beautiful."
"Most people can't get past the scar," I said in a whisper. I hated how insecure I felt but people had been making me feel that way for years. Guys especially. They were either repulsed by it or wanted to use me as a conquest to tell their friends about. Either way, I began to hate the thing.
"Those people are idiots," Graham growled. "They don't deserve you in their life. Scars are not something to be ashamed of. They show courage and are a beautiful representation of survival."
Well, damn. That was something my best friend would say. Except I would expect it from her, so the chances of me believing it were slim. Hearing it come from Graham, on the other hand, he sounded sincere. Maybe it was because he had his own scar, so if anyone understood how I felt, it was him.
"That's sweet of you."
"I don't think anyone has ever called me sweet." Graham chuckled.
I rolled away from him and got out of bed before I started something we couldn't finish. "I said that was sweet of you. I didn't sayyou'resweet. There's a difference."
I wasn't really sure that was the case, but again, things were getting a little too serious and I needed to add some light-heartedness to break it up.
"If you say so. Now why did you leave the bed?" It almost sounded like he was pouting.
