“I hope you’re not feeling too down on yourself,” Graham said behind me. “This was always going to end in disaster.”
“Maybe now that it’s out in the open, Grayson and Aaron can finally begin to heal their relationship,” I said determinedly.
“Do you always do that?” he asked me, cocking his head, looking so much like Grayson.
“What?”
“Try to find the good in every situation.”
“What else can you do?” I said simply.
Grayson’s brother picked up a mop bucket.
“You remind me of my mother,” Graham said, eyes narrowed. “It didn’t matter what happened or how bad things got, she was always a force of positivity.”
“Sounds like my kind of girl,” I joked.
“She got kidnapped and locked in a cellar,” Graham reminded me. “You should be more careful, be a little less happy-go-lucky. It’s dangerous.”
“Now you sound like Grayson,” I said acerbically. “You are two peas in a pessimistic pod.”
Graham snorted.
“The mysterious Grayson Richmond.” He shook his head. “Man, what a crazy fucking day.”
Connor and Finn were righting the couch when we walked back into the living room.
“Do you all talk to your mothers?” I asked carefully as Spencer helped me sweep up all the broken glass.
“Connor does,” Spencer said. “And Aaron. His mother worships him. Hates Grayson, though.”
“As she should,” Aaron said.
“Dude,” Finn said from where he was inspecting the broken grandfather clock, “stop oversimplifying things.”
“Aaron’s in insurance. What do you expect?” Connor rolled his eyes.
“I see my mom every weekend,” Graham told me. “She’s into all this new-age stuff, so there’s a lot of crystals and healing potions. She’s constantly trying to get me to go to her yoga retreat.”
“I see my mom occasionally when she’s up for it.” Spencer looked world-weary. “She told me that Siobhan, Grayson’s mom, hates him still. Blames him for everything. Every so often all our mothers get together and talk,” Spencer explained.
“I guess we’d better get Aaron to an ice bath,” Finn said, refusing my offer of a doggie bag. “I’ll just take a bottle of the Macallan if there’s any not on the floor.”
“I’ll take a doggie bag,” Connor said.
I beamed as I handed him the paper sack.
Finn and Graham grabbed Aaron around the waist and threw each of his arms over their shoulders.
“There’s a luggage cart at the concierge desk,” I said in concern, hurrying after them.
Spencer laughed. “Aaron, you want to go for a ride?”
“Don’t you dare put me on a luggage cart,” he growled.
The penthouse felt empty after they left. I called Grayson, but he didn’t answer.
I left him a note and turned out the lights.
