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I sigh and plop on my bed. That’s the last thing I’m thinking about right now. Grant and I aren’t serious. We’re having fun, lots and lots of fun. We’re not getting involved in marriage and kids. Grant may have told my brother he’s in it for the long haul, but guys always leave. It’s just amatter of time until he finds someone better. Anyone is hotter than me, so I doubt it’ll take long.

I’ll have to make nice with Josh once he cools down. Hopefully he’s not on the way to Grant’s house right now. I wouldn’t put it past to him to show up in Texas at Grant’s doorstop. Maybe I should go to Texas to see Grant.

Then I realize how desperate that’d look. Maybe not.

Chapter 32

Lana

Iarrive back at home the next afternoon. I’m outside, staring at the stairs I should be climbing. I should go up and inside my apartment. Get back to reality. My parent’s place was nice; I was babied and held like I was little again. I feel grounded, but I also feel like I’m missing something in life.

I’m missing family life. My parents have a loving relationship. My mom touches my dad subtly throughout the day, and my dad gives my mom a hundred kisses, at least. They both back each other up. They gave me a model of how to be an amazing couple.

Once I walk through the door, it’s going to be apparent I’m all alone again.

“Fuck it,” I whisper to myself. I walk up to the door with Queenie right by me. A beautiful flower arrangement is waiting for me at the door. A small smile creeps up on my face.

I go over to the flowers. They’re all yellow lilies mixed with red roses. The red is nice, but it’s the yellow that stands out. I find a note after admiring them.

Sunshine,

You deserve the world, but I’ll start with these.

Can’t wait to see your beautiful face again.

Xoxo,

Grant

I pet Queenie. “Hey, girl! You want to go for a run? Lord knows I need it.” She wags her tail and whines inresponse. That’s a yes.

I go to get my running shoes. I’m already in sweats; it should be my uniform at this point. As I’m getting prepared, a knock at the door sounds. I’m hoping it’s Grant. I go over to it and peer through the peep hole. It’s not Grant, but it looks like another delivery.

I open the door and the delivery man asks, “Lana Love?”

“That’s me.”

“Your name is cool. It sounds like you’re a porn star.”

I look at him like he’s an idiot.

“Anyway, I have a delivery for you.” He fidgets from foot to foot, holding a ginormous arrangement.

“Okay. I can take it.” Another vase of flowers, but this one is full of sunflowers, with a few red roses mixed in.

“This isn’t the only one. I’ll be back with more.”

“More?” My eyebrows raise to my hairline.

He nods and then heads back downstairs. This is a surprise. It’s like he knew I was beginning to feel sorry for myself again. I find the note sticking out of this one too.

Sunshine,

The clouds are out, so I figured you needed some brightness.

You bring me sunshine, so I wanted to return the favor.

Xoxo,