Grayson would be home any minute. She grinned as she packed the last of the food in the waiting picnic basket, folding a large soft blanket over the top of the basket.Then Grayson was there, eyeing the basket with a questioning frown. “What’s this?”“We’re going on a picnic,” Izzy grinned up at him, grabbing his hand and giving a little tug toward the back door. “Grab the basket. There’s something I want to share with you.”Grayson allowed her to pull him out the door and to the car. He eyed the little Honda with distaste. “You expect me to ride in your vehicle?”Izzy grinned even wider. “Yep. We’re going old school for this little outing.”“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Isabella,” Grayson said seriously.“Please, Grayson, this is really important to me,” she told him earnestly.With a sigh, he nodded and climbed into the car on the passenger side after setting the basket down where she indicated on the back seat.Izzy whooped with glee and jumped in the driver’s seat.
