He peers down at my hand and juts his chin in the direction of the bottle. “That for me?”
“Uh…” I look down at the beer, suddenly remembering I’m still holding it. “Yeah… yes! Here.” I push it to his chest.
He wraps his hand around the glass bottle before I have time to remove mine. His fingers slide over my own as a bolt of electricity zaps through my hand at the contact. I pull it away quickly and examine my fingers.
What the...?
When I gaze back up at Greyson, I find him frowning as well. Before I have time to wonder if he felt it too, Gracie lets out a loud cry, capturing both our attention.So much for her getting a good nap in.
“I’ll get her!” I rush out and dash off to her.Yes, that’s a good plan. Get away from Greyson. Clearly, something’s wrong with my head right now.
I take my time changing her, hoping whatever confusion from earlier has faded, then return to the kitchen with Miss Gracie in hand. Greyson places a warm bottle of milk on the counter and holds his hands out as I pass him his daughter for him to feed.
Retaking my seat between Cecilia and Morgan, I find them both staring curiously at me. “What?”
Cecilia leans in, bringing her voice to a whisper. “Is there something going on between you two?”
My eyes widen comically. “Me and Greyson?! No! Absolutely not,” I whisper-shout with a small laugh. “Why would you even think that?”
“You two did seem to have a moment there,” Morgan adds, joining the hushed conversation.
I snort and flip my hair back. “Well, we didn’t. There’s nothing going on. We’re just slightly more friendly toward each other given the situation.”Yeah, that makes sense. Probably explains that weird feeling from earlier too.
“What are you girls whispering about?” Silas asks, looking over quizzically.
“Now wouldn’t you love to know?” I smirk at him.
No way am I giving this conversation more attention than it needs. Jesus, I just got out of a relationship, and as I just said to the girls, there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Grey. Besides, Silas can’t keep a single thing to himself. If he got word of what the girls are assuming, he’d be blabbing around about an attraction that doesn’t even exist and making things super awkward for us.
“Hey, what happened with fuckface anyway?” Clay speaks up before Silas can question anymore.
“LANGUAGE!” Cecilia and I shout at the same time with a scold.
Silas snorts beside him and pats his shoulder. “It’s okay, man. I’m still trying to get the hang of it, and it’s been over ten months.”
Clay looks from Sy to our angered faces. “Jesus, sorry. But seriously, what happened? We’ve all been wondering.”
I sigh deeply.They deserve to know. I just hate thinking about that day. Actually, I just hate thinking about anything that’s related to Tommy.
He’s been persistent. Constantly calling and texting. Telling me to stop being dramatic and to come home immediately. Watching his name flash on my screen fills me with such disgust toward him and myself that I rarely carry my phone with me anymore.
“It’s no big deal, honestly. Things hadn’t been going well for a while. We were always fighting, and everything I did was wrong according to him. I tried everything to make it work, but we always felt so disconnected in the end.” I shrug, acting like I really don’t care about any of it.
“The truth is I had been thinking about leaving him for a little while already. But I’m not a quitter, you know? So I thought, let’s try a different approach. I showed up at his work with plans of having a little naughty time in his office, a way to bring back the passion we had lost.”
And here goes the rest of my disastrous story.“Well, when I got there, he was getting sucked off behind his desk by his assistant, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the first time.” I chuckle sarcastically to myself. “And you know what the worst part is? That he toldherto stay andmeto go home and wait for him there like I’m supposed to.”
The girls both gasp beside me while Silas chokes on his beer with bulging eyes. Clay looks both shocked and angry, as if he’s hoping he heard me wrong, but it’s Greyson’s expression that confuses me the most. He looks murderous.
“Honey, when we get home, you’re adding him to my hit list!” Cece says to her husband.
I turn to her with a frown. “You have a hit list?”
She waves a hand at me while Sy chuckles. “It’s fairly new. Ever since our neighbor complained about Dante’s incessant crying when he was sick, Minnie began to make a hit list of everyone who pisses her off.”
I smile fondly at the way Silas looks at his wife, wishing I could have that, too. She’s lucky to have found him. A man who makes her his entire world and gives her cute nicknames.Ugh, I hate being jealous of my best friend.
“Anyway, as I said, it’s no big deal. I’m over him, and he got what he deserved.” I smirk to myself, remembering how his place looked before I left.
