Hardfreeze.
Only Mom was supposed to hear that.
His gaze still doesn’t waver. “I will fucking destroy him.”
Café au lait, take me away.
I believe him.
AndI want to see it.
“But does it have to be at the expense of my café?” I whisper.
When it comes to staring contests, I can win them in my sleep. But holding Grey’s gaze right now is the hardest thing in the world.
He’s wavering. I canfeelit.
I don’t even know what Chandler did to him, but whatever it was, it was bad enough that this man who insisted on doing good deeds with me andto mefor one incredibly, earth-shattering night is only wavering.
Not breaking.
The steely determination to destroy my cousin is undeniable.
It’s sexy as hell.
The door swings open and Zen strolls inside. “Haven’t stopped breathing? Damn. I wanted your comic book collection.”
Grey still doesn’t break eye contact. He’s managed to pet Jitter to the point that my dog has melted into his lap, and he’s still watching me.
“There has to be another way,” I say to him.
“Find it.”
Fuck.
Justfuck.
I don’t actually know what Chandler cares about.
A month ago, I would’ve saidEmma, but since Hawaii, I don’t think hecaredso much as he thought it meant hewon. He got to marry the prom queen.
She’s not his anymore.
Losing Emma isn’t enough punishment or we wouldn’t be here.
So I need to figure out what would give Grey satisfaction.
AndI don’t know.
And what does that say about me? And my relationship with my best friends, when I can’t even tell you what the manshe was about to marrycares most about in the entire world?
“I’ll give you two weeks,” he adds.
“What’s going on here?” Zen asks. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I think I preferred the cheese incident.”
“Deal,” I reply to Grey.
Two weeks, I can work with.
