Not that I’m complaining.
Grant pulls me back into his arms and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “We should probably clean up and finish breakfast.”
“And then go back to bed?” I grin and tilt my head back to look up at him.
“I like the way you think.”
He’s leaning down to kiss me when I see a flash of movement in my peripheral vision that makes me suck in a sharp breath and turn my head.
Colin is standing in the kitchen doorway.
Chapter 29
Grant
Fuck.
From the look on Colin’s face, it’s pretty damn clear he’s putting two and two together about what Heather and I have been doing all weekend.
I take a quick step away from her, trying to put some distance between us, and she does the same. It’s a pointless gesture. We’re both barely dressed, her hair looks like she’s been through a windstorm, and I’m pretty sure there are visible scratches on my chest and shoulders from her nails.
But still. We try.
“Colin.” I clear my throat, doing my best to sound nonchalant and failing miserably. “I wasn’t expecting you today.”
“I can see that.” His eyes dart between me and Heather, and he seems to be trying very hard not to stare at the hickeys on her neck. “I’m sorry, I should have called first. I just thought—well, you’re usually working out downstairs by now on Sunday, so I figured I’d come by and take care of the house.”
Right.
Because my normal routine would have filled the entire morning with working out and watching game footage ratherthan fucking Heather on every flat surface between here and the bedroom.
“Yeah, about that.” I glance over at Heather, scrambling for some kind of explanation that doesn’t sound completely ridiculous. “I, uh, took the morning off. I figured I could use a break from my usual routine.”
Colin’s eyebrows go up slightly, and I can tell he isn’t buying it. In all the time he’s been helping out around the house, I’ve never once deviated from my schedule. Not for holidays. Not for injuries. Not even when I’ve been sick.
“A break.” He nods as if he doesn’t know me a million times better than that. “Right. Of course.”
There’s a painfully awkward beat of silence where no one seems to know what to say. Heather’s cheeks are flushed bright pink, and she’s studying a spot on the floor like it’s her job. Colin is still standing in the doorway, clearly trying to figure out the most polite way to extract himself from this situation. And I’m standing here like an idiot, shirtless and no doubt looking guilty as hell.
“The house is fine for now,” I say finally, determined to take control of the situation. “You don’t need to worry about cleaning today. Or probably tomorrow, either. How about Tuesday? Would that work for you?”
“Tuesday works just fine.” He’s already backing toward the foyer. “I’ll just let myself out. Sorry again for barging in like this.”
“Not a problem at all,” I offer, even though we both know it kind of is.
He starts to leave, then pauses and turns back to give Heather a sympathetic smile. “It was good to see you again, Heather. I hope you have a nice rest of your weekend.”
“You too, Colin,” she manages to say, although her voice is slightly higher than normal. “Thanks.”
He gives her a polite nod, then his eyes shift to me. There’s something in his expression—not judgment, exactly, but definitely an awareness. And more than a little amusement. A look that says he knows something big just happened here, even if he doesn’t know all the details.
“See you Tuesday, Grant,” he says, putting a slight emphasis on my name to let me know this conversation isn’t over. He’s going to have questions on Tuesday, and I’m probably going to have to answer at least some of them.
“Tuesday,” I confirm.
The front door closes a moment later, and all I can do is shake my head at the way I fumbled that entire conversation.
Heather immediately covers her face with both hands as her shoulders start to shake. I wonder if she’s crying for a second, but then I hear her laugh—half-mortified, half-hysterical.
