Read Friend Zoned (Barnett Bulldogs #2) for Free Online

strange reason, I don’t think so.
    Just when I’m about to delve in for more details, he pulls up to the curb in front of my grandparent’s large Victorian.  When I was a kid, I used to think it resembled a gingerbread house with all its cerulean blue wood siding and lacy white trim that looked like piped icing around the eves. Deep purple wooden steps lead the way to an inviting beveled glass front door.  A gleaming white swing hangs from the covered porch.  A round turret flanks the left side of the house, spearing up into the sky.  It has a comfy window seat with soft pillows piled on top of it.  I would curl up there on stormy afternoons or when I just needed time alone.  It was the perfect little reading nook.  Even though I came here under terrible circumstances, I have nothing but happy memories of living in this house with my grandparents.
    They are the absolute best and I’m lucky to have them in my life.  I’m grateful they were there for me when I needed them.  It’s one of the reasons I decided to stay and attend Barnett.  I even offered to live at home and commute to and from school, but they both encouraged me to move onto campus and spread my wings.
    I don’t realize that Sam is still holding my fingers until he gives them a gentle squeeze.  The movement has my eyes arrowing to his.  “Ready?”
    “Yep.”  Hoisting my lips, I give him a small smile.  Even though I still have the feeling there’s something on Sam’s mind that he’s not sharing with me, I decide to put it on the backburner for the time being.  Instead, the two of us jog up the front porch stairs and without knocking, I simply throw the door open like I’ve done a thousand times before.
    “Hello?” I call out loudly, “Gran?  Gramps?”
    Sam leans towards me before murmuring just loud enough for me to hear, “You did tell them what time we were stopping by, right?”  He waits a beat, his voice dropping even further, “Because I seriously can’t deal with walking in on them getting it on again .”
    Elbowing him, I snort.  “I thought we agreed never to mention that particular incident again.  Do you have any idea just how psychologically scarring that experience was for me?”
    His eyebrows shoot up, very nearly hitting the ceiling in response.  “Ummm, yeah, I do because I was subjected to it as well.  In fact, it still haunts me to this very day.”  He shakes his head as if trying to somehow dislodge it.
    Yeah, good luck with that, buddy...
    I roll my eyes trying to put a positive spin on what should never have been heard in the first place.  “At least they’re still active and in love.”  This time, I give him a poke in those rock solid abs of his.  They’re bounce-a-quarter-off-them tight.  “You should be so lucky to be having hot sex when you’re in your seventies.”
    Okay… so maybe those words are crossing a line.
    By like a mile.
    Sam winces before muttering, “Jesus Christ, Vi!  You saying that is almost as bad as hearing them go at it.”
    Just as those words leave his lips, my grandmother’s delighted voice fills the air as she breezes through the hallway leading from the kitchen to the large foyer we’re still idling in.  “Violet and Sam, you’re here!”
    Sam’s straightens to his full height as I give her a cheerful smile.  “Hi, gran!”
    Looking pleased to see the pair of us, she envelopes my body in her thin but strong arms before giving me a little squeeze.  I can’t help but close my eyes, allowing my body to sink into her embrace.
    This feeling right here…
    It’s exactly what home feels like.  After everything happened with my parents, gran was always there with a warm hug and kind words of comfort.  It was together we got through our shared grief.
    Finally pulling away, I glance around the spacious foyer and living room that is to the left of us.  It’s filled with delicate furniture and priceless antiques that have been collected over a