“No, I drove."
“From California?" Grace's face registered disbelief. “That takes a few days. I just talked to you."
“I was on my way here," Mark explained.
Something about his story didn't ring true to Zach, but he resisted the urge to call this guy a liar. Maybe if he could get him alone.
Grace set down her coffee and leaned towards her friend. “Why? And why didn't you tell me?"
At least she was dressed tonight and Zach couldn't be distracted by imagining her without her robe. The bulky sweatpants didn't do anything for her petite figure. The opposite could be said for the midriff-baring white t-shirt. And she hadn't bothered with a bra.
This was worse than Grace in a robe.
He took a sip of his coffee to cool himself down, or at least distract himself.
“I wanted to surprise you
