Chapter 160: Squeaky Steps and Outdated Heating

But Grant would never want to live in a turn-of-the-century house with a leaky faucet, squeaky steps, and outdated heating system. For a moment shame weighs on me, but then I remember how much I love the arches, original woodwork, and our huge front porch.

It's not that Grant Moore is too good for our house, but we're too good for him. He'll probably end up in a modern, bland, featureless place. It will have smooth walls and straight floors, and it'll lack character.

"Well I hope you're able to find a place up to your standards soon."

"Yeah me too, but let's talk about much more important topics. Why you weren't at brunch yesterday."

"It's personal," I'm quick to retort. Who the hell is he to question where I am or am not?

Grant slows his steps and glances at me from the corner of his eye. "Aspen said you were sick."

I must come up with new stack of excuses. "Women problems." That should shut him up and stop the twenty questions I expect he'll start any second.