Weekend Wife (Sassy in the City 1)

“Goodnight.”

In my room, I propped myself up in bed and skipped over the questions I was supposed to answer. I wanted to read Grant’s section first.

His middle name was Edward.

Of course it was.

He grew up on the Upper East Side.

Of course he did.

He went to the Winchester Prep School for Boys in Connecticut.

Because where else would he go?

He had a nanny named Rose, who was retired and living in Florida.

None of this told me anything about him, other than he’d had a life of financial prosperity.

I decided I needed to get at least one actual childhood story from him. An anecdote. I pulled up his contact in my phone with the intention of texting him. Instead I hit the FaceTime button by accident.

“Shit,” I murmured, hurrying up and lying back so I wouldn’t have a double chin when I popped up on his screen.

Grant appeared in front of me. “Leah?” He looked and sounded curious. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his hair was damp, like he’d just showered. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Where did you play when you were a kid?”

“What?” He rubbed his beard. “What do you mean? I went to the park and on the weekends, we went to the Hamptons. I went sailing and horseback riding.”

“Did you ever go to camp? Did you have your first kiss at sleepaway camp?” I tried to picture Grant having an awkward phase but I strongly suspected he hadn’t.

“I did not go to camp. My mother was worried about Lyme disease.”

For some reason that made me laugh. “A valid concern I’m sure.”

“If you met my mother, it would make less sense. She’s not exactly warm and fuzzy.”

“I am going to meet your mother.”

He made a face. “Right. I don’t think I’m paying you enough.”

“You didn’t answer my question about your first kiss. And are you naked right now? I’m just wondering.”

Grant gave me a smile. “You wish.” He shifted the phone so I could see he was wearing a towel wrapped around his hips.

It was a great view of his abs. I hadn’t gotten to see nearly enough in my bed. It had been all crowded bodies and hot skin. “I wouldn’t hate it,” I agreed.

“My first kiss was with Shoshanna Gold. She was two years older than me and her parents had the house next door to mine. She kissed me in the pool.” Grant sat down on his bed.

“She sounds like a nice girl.” I had a glimpse of his room around him and it was exactly what I had expected. Dark, masculine colors with furniture that looked like a designer had selected it. Everything looked expensive and well-curated. He lay back against a sea of gray pillows.

“She was very nice to me. So who was your first kiss? At sleepaway camp?”

I shrugged and sat up so I could sip my wine. “No. My parents thought real camp was too expensive. I went to a theater day camp and there were no guys there that were kissable. But the football team was practicing next door and I made out with a defensive lineman behind the bleachers. He was big and sweaty and I thought he was beautiful.”

Grant’s eyebrows rose. “So you’re attracted to sweaty? I’ll make a note to call you after my workout.”

I laughed. “No, I’m not exactly attracted to sweaty. It’s just he was so manly. Well, at fourteen he seemed manly to me.”