When they got back in the truck, Grace looked over, her gaze clearly expectant.
“What?” He started the truck.
“Admit that Pottery Barn’s got nothing on Mi Casa.”
Grinning, Noah pulled out of the parking spot. “I don’t think it’s fair to compare the two. It’s like comparing a show dog to a mutt.”
“Did you just call my favorite store a mutt?”
He wasn’t sure how he walked into these ridiculous conversations, but they amused the hell out of him. “Not intentionally.I think they cater to very different tastes. One for show and one for feel. Hungry?”
“Nice deflection but good description. Yes, I’m hungry. Where are we eating?”
“Can’t tell you. Top secret.”
She leaned back in the seat. Unlike a lot of the women he’d spent time with, Grace was entirely fine with silence. It was refreshing. It made him relax, feel more like himself.
“Have you talked to Josh?”
Switching lanes, Noah thought about it. “Texted a couple times today. Why?”
“Did he say anything about him and Rosie?”
“No. But we don’t gossip and braid each other’s hair.”
Grace shoved his arm. “Sexist. I braided my own hair.”
Noah gave her a smile. “It’s sexy as hell. I look forward to undoing it later.”
The heat in her eyes sidetracked him. “Don’t look at me like that while I’m driving, Gracie. I’d like to get to our destination safe and sound.”
“Then don’t say things that make me look at you like that.”
Gripping the steering wheel with both hands, he returned them to the conversation. “Josh?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t tell you. It’s gossip. Though, not really since it’s true. You really don’t talk about stuff outside of work?”
Noah cringed. “Other than the time I asked him out, no.”
Grace’s laughter rang out over the music playing in the background. “Oh my God. I forgot about that!”
Noah laughed along with her, remembering how awkward he’d felt.
“I wonder if he told Rosie.”
“Are you going to tell me the gossip or what?”
“They’re moving in together.”
He nearly slammed on the brakes. “What?”
She nodded. “That’s what I said. But hey, they’re grown-ups.They make each other happy and as Rosie told me, not everyone has a mapped-out plan of how life is supposed to happen. She said they don’t want to waste time when they both know.”
He bit down on his lip to keep from asking the cynical question that popped into his brain: How could anyone actuallyknow? They couldn’t. There was no way. Moving in together wasn’t like buying a great piece of property. It wasn’t something someone justdidwith the security of knowing if it didn’t work out, there’d be plenty of others available.
“It’s okay if you’re skeptical,” she said softly.
“Aren’t you?”
