Jitter whines at Grey’s feet again.
Grey grimaces, corrects his step, and climbs over Jitter, who whines again, to get back into his house.
“Hey. Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask as I finally manage to get my dog to his feet and out of the doorway.
This time, I don’t get an answer.
This time, he tries to shut the door in my face.
This isnotthe same man who was massaging my ass while he dry-humped me against half the kitchen the other day.
And lucky—or unlucky—for him, I’m not in any position to let him shut me out right now.
Not when he’s being so weird.
“Jitter, Grey has steak!” I say.
And yes, that hasexactlythe impact you’d think it would.
Jitter leaps on the door, shoves it open, and drags me inside.
Grey stumbles backward and grabs the handrail to the stairs like he’s afraid he’ll lose his balance if he doesn’t. “What are you doing?”
“My cousin Lucky’s a nurse. He’d kick my ass if I left you alone right now.”
“I’mfine.”
I don’t argue.
Instead, I dial Bean & Nugget. And of course, no one answers, because it’s after five on a Sunday.
No one’s at the café.
Which means I have no choice but to dial Zen’s personal number. The car wasn’t out front, so I assume they’re out somewhere with it.
“What are youdoing?” Grey repeats.
He doesn’t advance on me. Doesn’t stare at me like he wants to take my clothes off. Doesn’t stare at me like he wants to stab me with a rusty spoon either.
He just looks off-kilter, andI don’t like it.
Zen answers on the sixth ring. “Sabrina Sullivan. This is a surprise. If you’re planning to ruin Uncle Grey’s life and quit, can you do me a favor and write him a super-long resignation letter? Like, twenty pages or something. Anything to stall you from making this decision.”
Do they know what I’m planning?
Are they acting like they like me so that I don’t do it?
Or have I finally gotten close enough to Zen’s inner circle to get the full force of the sass they usually aim at Grey?
Who’s playing games now, dammit? “Your uncle just had an out-of-body experience in his doorway, and he says he’s fine but he’s clearly not, and I think he’s either mad at me or doesn’t trust me since everyone in town seems to think we’re sleeping together and that’s my fault, so please come check on him so I can quit worrying about him.”
“I’mfine,” Grey snaps.
“Oh, that’s his stubborn ass voice,” Zen replies cheerfully.
“It’s charming. Can you please come home and check on him?”
“Probably just got lightheaded.”
