12 Chapter 12

Grant was in the middle of unloading a semi, so I waited on the side, leaning against the same pole as I always did. When he finished with the driver, our eyes locked, and his sweaty face lit up like it was Christmas. Yeah, I was dumb, but I’d finally caught a clue.

He mouthed “five minutes” to me and I gave him a thumbs-up sign. I watched as Grant ran over to the forklift and took off around the building. He was back in four minutes, his long-legged stride eating up the distance in no time.

When Grant was within a foot of me, he stopped. “Something I can help you with, stranger?” He gave me a shy little smile. He’d cleaned up a little and removed his uniform shirt to reveal a slightly sweaty, snug white T-shirt underneath. His pants were still a little dusty, though.

“Lunch? How about it?”

“Incentive?”

“It’s free.”

Grant rolled his eyes. “And?”

“Eh, maybe a quickie if we have time.”