“Well, Grant and Hudson have always had a precarious relationship, and I didn’t want to taint your opinion of Hudson.” Reagan shrugged. “I constantly feel as if I have to defend him, and especially our relationship.”
“Not to me. As long as he makes you happy, I don’t care how old he is or how you guys got started.”
“And that’s why I love you.” Reagan leaned in to hug Luna.
“I love you too, Ray.”
Reagan sat back. “Do you feel any better about Davis and his parents now?”
“I don’t know.” Not really. Should she tell Reagan what Sophia said to her? “It’s just that . . .”
Reagan’s cell phone rang, and she held up a finger while she pulled it out of her pocket. Luna got up and went into the kitchen while Reagan talked to Hudson. She was almost sickeningly sweet as she lobbed innuendos at him. Luna blushed, realizing that Reagan was way more open with her sexuality than she was. She wasn’t afraid to tell Hudson what she wanted or to initiate crazy things.
“Luna?”
Luna turned to see Reagan standing in the archway that separated the kitchen from the living room. “Yeah?”
“How are you holding up with the changes?”
Luna frowned. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been. It’s such a relief to finally have what I know we both want. It’s like a weight has been lifted because I don’t have to pretend anymore that I don’t want him.”
“But?”
“But I’m terrified that it’s too good to be true.”
