I narrowed my eyes and looked around the box. There was no card. No inclination who the sender was. I’d assumed they were from him.
“Who sent you flowers?” Matt asked, sounding wary.
“Oh, they’re from my brother. I didn’t see the note.”
Holden laughed down the phone. “You’re such a scatterbrain sometimes, Scott.”
“I know.” I laughed nervously. “I know. Anyway, I have to go.”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow for work?”
“Um, sure.”
“See you then, babe.”
I put the phone down and felt my blood boil. If those flowers hadn’t come from Matt, then there was only one other person they’d come from. I raced upstairs and got dressed before getting into the car.
If Gray wasn’t at home, Erik might know where he was.
When I reached Martyn’s house, I knocked on the door, and Erik answered.
“Scott? I didn’t think we had —”
“Is he here?” I asked.
“Who?”
“Who? Gray. That’s who.”
“He’s… Yes. Gray!”
I didn’t wait to be let in, instead pushing past Erik into the house.
“Grayson!”
Moving into the living room, I spotted Gray lounging in a chair and looking as sinful as he always did.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Scott?” he asked darkly.
“Quentin!” Sloan came into the room with a smile that disappeared almost instantly when she saw the tension between me and Gray.
“What are you playing at?” I asked him, ignoring her.
“Excuse me?” he replied, sitting up straight. “Shall I remind you who you’re talking to?”
“I know exactly who I’m talking to. As if I give a shit.”
Gray stood, with his aura flaring to life around him. Erik stood behind me and Sloan behind Gray in a weird stand-off.
“Gray, back down,” Erik told him.
“No,” he replied, smoky aura reaching out towards me. “I’d like to know what I’m being accused of doing.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you can keep your flowers,” I spat.
“Flowers?” Gray asked.
“The tulips you sent. I don’t want them.”
