“You don’t get a break for summer?” his mom asks.
He shakes his head. “Summer school.”
Armela envelopes me in a hug. “Thank you for bringing Grayson home.”
“I didn’t—”
She places a finger over my mouth. “Shush. I don’t want to hear it.”
Her arms have scarcely left me before Norman’s grabbing me and giving me another one of his bear hugs. I barely stop myself from squealing as I’m lifted from the ground and twirled around. “You’re all right, demon slayer. You’re all right.”
“Dad,” Grayson grumps before freeing me from his dad’s hold.
“You’ll come up for our July 4th picnic.” Armela more or less orders as we walk toward Grayson’s truck.
Grayson raises his eyebrow at me. Smart man. He’s leaving the answer up to me.
I grin. “Sounds like fun.” And I’m not lying. After I got over my nerves, the day ended up being fun. And meeting his parents wasn’t too bad. They speak my language – crazy. Looking at Grayson’s diaper-clad bottom didn’t hurt either.
Besides, wherever Grayson goes I go. I will put up with crazy parents and fireworks for the man. Hell, I’ll put up with nearly anything for the man. I’m not quite sure how it happened but I love him more than I could have ever imagined. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him. Maybe we’ll even get married.
Adult Suzie gives me a thumbs-up. Uh oh. I must be talking crazy if she’s agreeing with me.