“Just like I know you’re right,youknow I’m right.”
“Fine,” he repeated, feigning a pout.
“I’m going to need a drink to get through this.”
Wesley laughed and reached behind me, grazing his fingers over my ass as he reached for the doorknob. “We can get you a beer.”
I stepped aside and let him open the door, then followed him back into the living room. It had gotten more crowded since I’d arrived, but still no sign of Hendrix and Miles. Grayson was near the window having a terse conversation with an older man. When he saw me, relief washed over his face, and he waved off the other man and headed toward me. The man watched him go, expression relatively unreadable.
“Perfect timing,” he said when he reached me. He had a glass tumbler in his hand, which was mostly ice and a very small amount of brown liquor at the bottom.
“Everything all right?”
“Everything’s fine. That’s just my boss.”
I glanced over Grayson’s shoulder, the man’s stare still focused in the center of Grayson’s back. I’d never seen him before, but I knew from talking with Wesley that Grayson’s boss was alsohisnew boss. And he was looking at Grayson like he was going to be out of a job sooner rather than later.
“I wouldn’t be thrilled if my boss looked at me the way he’s looking at you.”
“Rob will survive it.” Grayson poured the rest of the drink down his throat, then arched a brow at me. “Enough about me. Looks like Wesley wore you down before he even made it through his whole list.”
Suspicions confirmed.
“Admittedly, I was an easy sell.” I shrugged one of my shoulders, letting it fall before the other one even reached my ears.
“He’s in love with you, you know,” Grayson said it like a warning.
“I know. I love him too.”
“Yeah.” Grayson nodded, giving a quick scan of the room before looking back at me. “Honestly, this is good news for all of us.”
“I’m sorry you’ve had to lie to your best friend about it.”
“I haven’t lied,” he said.
“You know what I meant.”
“Yeah.”
Grayson tapped the side of my arm, jerking his chin in greeting to someone behind me. Wesley stepped alongside me, brushing the outside of his arm against mine as he handed me a beer before passing a fresh drink to Grayson.
“Oh.” Wesley smiled brightly. “Rob’s here.”
“If you can speak without slurring, you should go say hello,” Grayson said.
“You good?” Wesley asked me.
I nodded, brushing a kiss against his temple. “I’ll be fine. Go say hello.”
Wesley made his way toward the window, his approach the only thing that caused Rob to look away from Grayson. His entire expression changed as the two of them started talking. About what, I had no idea.
“I need another drink,” Grayson muttered.
“Wesley just…” I trailed off, realizing he’d already finished the fresh one Wesley had just brought over. He had the two empties stacked in each other, hand hanging limp at his side. “Alright, let’s go get you another.”
I went with him into the kitchen, leaning against the fridge while I watched him pour four fingers of whiskey into a glass and throw an orange slice on the top of it.
“How many in are we?” I asked.
