Chapter Nine
Graham
It was getting late, and Allie still wasn’t home. Snagging my phone off the kitchen counter, I sent her a quick text.
Me: ETA? I thought you said you’d be home in time for dinner.
I opened the refrigerator, sighing when I recalled I’d meant to swing by the grocery store on the way home today. It was one thing to forget to feed myself, but I had Allie to consider. Just then, my phone rang, and I lifted it to see my mother calling.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, Graham. I was wondering if you and Allie wanted to come over for dinner tomorrow night.”
“Of course,” I replied.
That was an easy yes. My mom was a fantastic cook, and I actually liked my parents. Maybe tonight, I’d just drive back to town to pick up a pizza.
“Excellent. How are things with you?”
“Busy, but what else
