Chapter 45

“I’m afraid of things.”

“Really? Like what? Clowns?”

“If they’re chasing me, yes.”

“Storms?”

“I love storms.”

“Flying?”

“Love that, too. Hope to see the world one day.”

Grant hummed as he tilted his head. “Where would you go first?”

Merrick held Grant’s gaze. It would be anywhere Grant wanted to go. “I’m not sure.”

Grant’s eyes danced over every book. Even with all this strangeness happening, Grant still possessed an air of innocence that Merrick envied. No wonder he’d been attracted to Grant for so long. He was full of such goodness and hope and just being around him made Merrick feel better.

A nervous energy flared in his gut. Was someone watching them?

He scanned the shop. The two cashiers were busy with customers. The old lady near them was focused on the calendars she flipped through. There wasn’t a security guard in the store. No one seemed to be interested in him and Grant. And yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling, so where—