As promised, Gray showed up Saturday morning with his truck and a trailer. I hadn't been sure I was going with him, so I hadn't bothered to pack a thing. Scarlett had gone to work early this morning without me ever mentioning the possibility of me moving out. When I heard him pull into the driveway, my heart sank right before it jumped to my throat. I had hoped with a small portion of my being he wouldn't show, and I wouldn't have to make the decision. Lucky me. Gray was back in prime form. I met him at the door and let him in.
He quickly glanced around before he groaned his exasperation. "Annie, why is none of your stuff packed?"
"Umm..." I stumbled for words and coherent thoughts.
"Baby, what's wrong?" His eyes were sweet and lovingly sought answers.
"I didn't talk to Scarlett," I admitted.
"Why not?" Stunned would be an appropriate word to describe the look on his face.