I Fell for My Daughter-in-Law’s Grumpy Neighbor, but Thanksgiving Exposed the Terrifying Truth About Us

to be genuine. “Why don’t you bake a pie yourself and bring it to Mr. Davis?”

I frowned. “That grump? He doesn’t even greet me,” I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at her.

“I think you’re mistaken. He’s not so bad—just shy,” she said, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Besides, I’ve seen the way he looks at you.”

I laughed, the sound hollow. “If that’s true,continue reading …