Chapter 175: No Complaining

DREW: Pizza, beer, baseball game. No complaining.

I laugh and type out a quick "fine" reply. With a finger jab to send I throw my phone back in my desk drawer. My best friend has been super nice since everything happened with Grant Saturday night.

He made up a believable excuse for me when I missed girls' brunch. We spent the day in our pajamas watching baseball. He even let me eat both pints of Ben & Jerry's ice cream in the freezer. Monday he cooked dinner, a family sized dish of Stouffer's macaroni and cheese. And now our Tuesday is apparently booked as well.

It's not hard to see his plan to keep me as busy as possible so I won't think about Grant or the fact he hasn't called.

Or stopped by.

Or sent a text.

Not that I expected him to. There's a reason I kept my history a secret, but a show of concern would be nice.