Grace's POV.
"Wow, G. This place is great. It's very.... you."
Meghan was standing in the middle of our little house. She turned around again taking it all in.
I couldn't tell whether she really was impressed by everything that she was seeing or if she was only pretending to be for my sake.
She stopped and looked at me. I was casually leaning against the kitchen sink with a fresh cup of coffee. I was holding the mug in both hands.
I lifted it up to my lips and sipped the steaming, dark liquid slowly.
"I still can't believe that Rhyder did all of this by himself."
She had a strange bite in her tone. Almost like she was trying to take a cheap shot at Rhyder.
I tried to keep my expression as neutral as possible and settled on a non-chalant shrug.
"He's pretty handy. And he had some h
