Chapter 51
“Oh…” Thurman stopped at the door and then grabbed the doorknob. “The bedrooms all lock, just in case you were curious for some…randomreason.” He grinned at them as he left.
Grant smiled. “He’s cute.”
“Yeah.” He held Grant’s hand and then started towards the door.
Grant stopped and looked at the painting. “Did you pose for that?”
“No.”
“Is there a story there?”
“No.”
“Think he’d sell it to me?”
“I doubt it.”
Grant wrapped his arm around Merrick’s. “I get the real thing.”
Merrick smiled at him.
They went upstairs and then into a bedroom. Merrick stepped into the room while Grant shut the door.
“Look at that.” Grant rattled the doorknob. “They dolock.”
“Your dad sucks at picking locks, too,” Merrick shoved his hands into his pockets as Grant walked towards him.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
Grant slid his hands around Merrick’s waist as he tilted his head. “To have been such a great liar before, you sure do suck at it now.”