Dare to Hold (Dare to Love 4)

“Grey –”

“Avery –” He repeated back, like he used to every time she’d tried to argue with him.

Her light laughter eased the heavy weight on his chest.

“Fine. I already know you don’t need my address.” Her tone softened at the unspoken reminder of the many gifts he’d sent over.

“No, I don’t. I’ll see you at seven thirty on Saturday. And Avery?”

“Hmm?”

“I can’t wait to see you,” he said, hanging up before she could answer … or worse, not say the same.