Spencer doubled over laughing. “Man, she’s good.”
“I’m not allergic, and I’m not eating whatever that stuff is,” Connor said flatly. “Spencer’s just being a dick.”
“I’ll have you know the cauliflower bites are actually pretty good,” I said primly.
Spencer grinned down at me.
“Eat one with a straight face and tell me that again. I dare you.”
Grayson was glowering at his brothers while I coaxed them to take some food and drinks.
“I hope Grayson didn’t make you cook all this,” Finn said to me as I loaded up his plate.
“Of course she didn’t,” Spencer said. “Cute girls get other people to cook for them.”
He picked up one of the cauliflower bites and popped it in his mouth.
“Sweetheart, I have to tell you this is absolutely disgusting.”
“Then don’t eat it,” Grayson said harshly.
“Do you have a dog or something I can feed it to?” Spencer asked, picking up his glass of scotch.
I sucked in a breath.
“Grayson doesn’t really do pets.”
“Animals tend not to want to be around psychopaths,” Aaron said sharply.
Grayson clenched his fists.
“Why don’t we come look at this view, Aaron,” Connor said to his older brother, pushing him out to the terrace. “I was reading about this tower development inTech Biz. You can see the Atlantic Ocean from the deck.”
Grayson watched them retreat through the sliding glass doors that led to the terrace.
“Look.” Spencer threw an arm around Grayson’s shoulders. “I know you and Aaron have some bad blood, but just—”
“I’ve survived this long without him,” Grayson said harshly. “If he doesn’t want to put it behind us, then I don’t need him.”
“I think this man needs a drink. What’s your poison, Grayson?” Spencer asked, sauntering over to the bar and picking up a bottle of scotch. He read the label. “Macallan, Lexi? Is this a hedge fund party? I’m offended. Where’s the Glendronach?”
“Considering you all grew up in a cellar, I didn’t want to waste the good stuff,” I said before I could stop myself. “Oops, I didn’t mean—”
The brothers all burst out laughing, all except Grayson, who looked like he wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
“Nice,” Spencer said, toasting me with the bottle.
“I guess I did underestimate you, after all,” Aaron drawled from the side entry to the salon room that was in the direction of Grayson’s study. “A pet rock? And it was even wearing a hat.”
Grayson crossed his arms.
Finn stifled a laugh, and Graham’s eyes were sparkling.
“Fuck you,” Grayson spat. “Don’t go poking around someone else’s home without asking.”
“It hardly looks like a home,” Aaron sneered, advancing on him. “Did you hire a Broadway stage designer to throw some furniture in here to make you look human? The rest of this place is completely empty.”
My brain spun, trying to work out how to handle this. The evening had been dancing on the edge of disaster, and now we were tumbling over. Grayson was going to lose it.
