Not Over You by Whitley Cox

Author:Whitley Cox [Cox, Whitley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Whitley Cox
Published: 2022-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Chapter Nine

Present day …

When she used to live with Joy, Rayma didn’t bother knocking before she entered her fairy godmother’s house. Then when she moved out on her own and Joy hadn’t divulged her secret sexy boyfriend to anyone, Rayma still entered without knocking. But now that Joy and Grant were married and living together and most likely humping like newlyweds, Rayma knew better than to enter without knocking—particularly since both Grant and Joy’s vehicles were in the driveway.

“What a lovely surprise,” Grant said, opening the door for Rayma. She gauged him quickly. His cheeks weren’t flushed, his hair wasn’t a mess, and his shirt wasn’t rumpled. She probably hadn’t caught them post-coitus. But with these two horn dogs she could never be certain.

“I texted Joy,” Rayma said, ditching her sneakers in the foyer and following Grant through the rest of the big rancher house. She could hear Joy bustling about in the kitchen.

“Ah, I was out in the shop, just came in for lunch.” He grinned at her over his shoulder. The man was just a couple of years past sixty, but damn if he wasn’t a fine piece of man meat. Short scruff, more than a hint of silver in his dark hair, and beautiful gray eyes. Nana Joy had bagged herself one hot zaddy in Rayma’s opinion. He filled out dark wash jeans and a black T-shirt like a boss and she had to keep herself from staring at his ass as he walked. Hell, who was she kidding? She TOTALLY stared at his ass.

Grant entered the kitchen first and pressed a kiss to the side of Joy’s head. “You didn’t tell me Rayma was coming over.”

“Must have slipped my mind when you were—"

He cleared his throat.

“When you were out in the shop and I was nowhere near the shop,” Joy said quickly, shooting a wink over her shoulder at Rayma.

“Ah, young love and newlyweds,” Rayma sighed, sidling up beside Joy who was over six inches shorter than her, and giving her a one-armed side hug. Joy was standing over the stove flipping grilled cheese in the pan. Like always, she was put together with a tight, no-hair-out-of-place twist in her salt and pepper hair, figure-flattering dark jeans, and a soft pink blouse.

When Rayma texted saying she needed some Joy advice, Joy invited her over for lunch. And if Nita was the world’s best cook, Joy was a close second. Even her grilled cheese was worth the twenty-minute drive.

“I’m almost done here, angel,” Joy said. “Help Grant set the table, then we can chat.”

Grant was already pulling down dishes. He handed them off to Rayma and she went and set them out on the kitchen table. The larger dining room table was out near the living room and where all the Hart family dinners were held. But Rayma actually preferred the smaller, more intimate kitchen table with its six chairs.

Grant put the kettle on, and soon they were all sitting around the table with grilled cheese, sliced veggies, and steaming cups of tea.

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