Tracy Madison - Miracle Under the Mistletoe

“No, of course not. I’d rather work this out with Grady. And I’m not leaving.”

“Then you’re stuck with him living there for now.”

“Great. Just freaking great.” Olivia pushed the end button on the phone. When Grady returned with a third and fourth bag, she picked the first two up and dragged them outside.

“Thanks, babe. But that’s a little counterproductive. I’m trying to move in, not out,” Grady said. “Bring them back in, and I’ll get settled. Then we can order a couple of pizzas. Pepperoni and sausage sound good?”

“I say no. Do you hear me Grady Foster? I say no!”

He cocked his head to the side and appraised her as if she were the one who’d lost her mind. As if. “First the chicken marsala and now pepperoni and sausage pizza? You really have changed.”

“I’m not talking about the pizza. You. Can’t. Stay. Here.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, I’m okay with letting you live at the apartment while we deal with this divorce business.” Grady scratched his chin in thought. “A judge might see that as you not having any interest in the house, though. Is that the case, Olly? Are you giving me the house?”

Oh, God. Samantha had been right. Grady had turned into a freaking lunatic. “Of course I want the house,” Olivia said. “And I am not living in your apartment.”

Her soon-to-be ex-husband let out an exaggerated sigh. “Then I guess we’re right back where we started from. If you don’t want pepperoni and sausage, then what?”

“I want you to leave. Please, Grady. Go home.”

He gave her a look of false surprise. “You really don’t want me to stay here? I could come in handy…your sidewalks need shoveling, for one thing.”

“No, actually I do. Every time I tell you to leave, I’m being coy,” she snapped. “No, no, no and no I do not want you to stay here.”

He entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a couple of beers before sitting down at the kitchen table. Jasper, who must have heard the commotion, came in to investigate. Seeing Grady, he leapt into his lap with a meow.

“Well, then let’s talk.” Grady scratched the area between the cat’s ears. Jasper purred like an engine going into overdrive and snuggled in. The traitor. “Maybe we can work something out.”

She narrowed her eyes. Her husband was absolutely up to something, but damned if she could figure out what. She hated—oh, how she hated—when he had the upper hand. She almost grabbed her keys and left him there alone, but what would that prove? Only that he’d driven her out of her house. With her cat in his lap, no less. Uh-uh.

Giving in, she took the seat across from him. “What do you want? Is it Jasper? Do you want my cat, Grady?”

“Hmm. I hadn’t thought about Jasper, but yeah, maybe I do.” He slid a beer over to her. “Have a drink. Let’s see what we can come up with that will be beneficial to both of us.”

She twisted the cap off the bottle but didn’t take a drink. “You obviously want something. Just tell me what it is.”

“I think the first question to answer is what you want. So, what do you want more than anything else right at this minute?”

Cody. Always Cody. Followed by Grady… Well, the normal Grady. Not this insane version of Grady. “You to get the hell out of this house. Now, preferably.”

“See? Now we’re getting somewhere. That’s a reasonable want, and certainly doable.” He swallowed a gulp of beer. “Now, we need to figure out something that will get me to leave. So, Olly. What are you willing to do to put me back in my apartment tonight?”

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