Marcus was helping his grandmother bake a chocolate cake―well, not so much helping as eating the leftover frosting―when she decided to stick her nose into his personal affairs again.
“You and Brianna have been spending a lot of time together,” she noted.
“Not particularly,” he replied. The two of them had eaten a few meals together and had grabbed a coffee the other day, but that was it. They were something like friends, but there was definitely nothing going on between them.
His gran pursed her lips, clearly wishing he’d had more to say on the subject. “You used to be close.”
“That was a long time ago, grams.” A very, very long time ago, before he’d ever met Ava. “Look, can we please drop it? I don’t really want to talk about Brianna. Nothing is ever going to happen there.”
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