I just smile and kiss her temple.
“Get a room, you two,” Fig says as he comes out of the locker room.
“Hi, Fig,” Gray says, smiling at him.
“Doc,” he says smiling back and giving her a salute before he heads down the hall.
A few other guys exit the locker room and say hi as they head toward the garage. Kingston is with them, but he doesn’t spare us a glance, and I let out a sigh of relief. Even if he was interested in Gray, our fake dating story keeps him from being able to take her from me. Still, it’s comforting to know he doesn’t want her, since I don’t know enough about Gray’s taste in men to determine if she’d be attracted to him or not.
She didn’t seem impressed with him at the club, which made me entirely too pleased. On the other hand, he’s an asshole, and that seems to be exactly her type. I’m not sure what it says that she’s attracted to me but won’t let herself act on it.
“Hey, love birds,” Kelsier says as he comes out of the locker room, and we both roll our eyes at him.
“Mirroring each other’s mannerisms already,” he says, laughing. “The next step is finishing each other’s sentences.”
“Fuck off, Kels,” I tell him, but there’s no bite, and he just chuckles.
“I heard the date went well last night,” he says to Gray, and her cheeks pinken prettily.
Oh, the things I want to do to this woman that would make her blush.
“Exactly what did you hear about the date?” she asks suspiciously.
Kelsier shrugs. “I heard something about a private jet to Italy, dinner at a Tuscan vineyard, and an orgy, but Gunny does tend to exaggerate.”
I glare at him, but he grins back unapologetically.
Gray laughs. “Definitely an exaggeration. Only the orgy is true.”
Both my mouth and Kelsier’s drop open at that. Well fuck me. The prim little professor doesn’t mind joking about sex.
“Doc! You kinky minx!” Kelsier says, feigning shock. He punches my arm. “And you didn’t invite me, you asshole?”
“You said you were busy washing your hair last night,” I shoot back.
He runs a hand through his dark blonde locks. “Yeah, well, it takes a lot of work to look this good.” He points a finger at me. “But next time I’m in.”
“I’ll make a note,” I deadpan.
My phone rings, and I pull it out of my pocket. The screen says it’s my father, who almost never calls unless he needs something important.
“Would you excuse me?” I tell Gray and Kelsier. “It’s my dad. I have to take this.”
Both of them tell me to go, and I step away to answer the phone.
“Dad, hey,” I say. “What’s up. Is everything okay?”
The voice that answers, however, is not my father’s.
“No, everything is not okay,” my older sister Inga says on the other end. “I’ve been trying to reach my baby brother for weeks now, but he’s been dodging my texts and calls.”
I close my eyes. Fuck.
“Inga, why are you using Dad’s phone?” I ask, although I know why.
“Because you won’t answer when I use mine,” she shoots back. “I knew you wouldn’t ignore him, though.”
I sigh. “What do you need?”
