A/N: Here's the chapter I promised!! By the way, thanks to everyone who reviewed. You guys are awesome!!! Ok, I know I said by Monday, as in before Monday, but I was busy, and couldn't finish it.
When I woke up the next morning, I thought about the dreams I had had that night. Most of them involved my relationship with Grant, before he left Gallagher. The last one, well, let's just say it was a nightmare. Not kidding.
Zane Thomas happened to corner me in the garden, while I was helping clean up the dishes from Mrs. Wilkins's garden lunch. My heart beat faster.
"Hello, Elvira," He said my name so sarcastically that I knew he had figured out who I was. Which meant that I was sloppy. Why was I never a good spy when Grant was around? This time, though, I had a comeback.
"Long time no see, Grant. I'm guessing you're here for the same reason I am?" His smirk faltered. "That's right. I know who you are. You can't hide from the British Bombshell, Grant. Not when you gave me that name." He turned away slightly, before facing me again, the smirk firmly back on his face.
"Nice job, Bex. How do you plan on getting my mission out of me?" I blinked.
"Oh, I have my ways," I said, with more confidence than I felt. Inside, my heart was breaking. This was the moment I had dreamed about for a long time, the moment when I would see Grant again, but it wasn't going how I wanted it. Not at all. I decided to change the subject. "Why didn't you contact me?"
That's when it happened, the thing that scared me more than anything else I had ever experienced. For about two seconds, Grant looked sad. He looked vulnerable. He looked- well, he looked like he wanted to kiss me. "Believe me, Bex, I wanted to. I really did. But, I- I couldn't." He turned away before I could ask why. Suddenly, about half of my reasons for being mad at him flew out of my mind. He had wanted to contact me. He really had.
As I stood there watching him walk away, I couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, things would work out between us. I grabbed a hold of that glimmer of hope, determined not to let go. Because I desperately wanted, no, needed things to work out between us. More than I care to admit.
A/N: Ok, I know this chapter is like, Macey's-shortest-ultra-mini-skirt short, but bear with me. Was there enough Brant in it for you?? I hope so. Please review.
