Chapter 13 Part 2

Maxwell

“Something wrong?” I ask. The irritation in her voice as she yells Grace’s name is more than humoring to my ears.

“Something wrong…something wrong! This is what’s wrong, Maxwell.” She pulls out a skimpy nightgown that’s mostly see-through. “You had something to do with this, didn’t you? She packed lingerie as my pajamas. First there’s only one bed and now this.”

“I just instructed her to pack what was necessary, not what I would want.” The effort I have to put forth in not smiling or laughing takes a great deal, but I remain calm and unfazed by Grace’s joke. I walk up to her and place the thin fabric between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face, ruining my demeanor. I can’t help the words from slipping out of my mouth. “You had this in your drawers?” My eyebrow perks up in speculation, wondering if I’m missing some crucial piece of information. “And who did you plan on wearing it for? Or should I say who have you worn it for?” I tease even though I know very well that sh