“This is Sunny,” he explained, not sure what else to say. Was Sunny still his PA? Were they something else to each other now?
Sunny was supposed to be gone already. There wasn’t supposed to be any crossover between the two sides of his life. Not yet.
Not now, when Sunny was blushing high on his cheeks, looking so uncomfortable it made Grant cringe to see him like that. He hadn’t expected the roads to be cleared before he woke. He’d expected some warning, some chance to decide what they were going to say.
“I’ve heard all about you,” Julia said, ever the diplomat. Her tone was so kind and warm that Grant could see Sunny’s shoulders relaxing.
“I didn’t realize you’d gotten here yet. I’m sorry to intrude, I, uh… I was supposed to leave yesterday. I’ll get dressed.”
“You’re not intruding,” Julia called after Sunny as he disappeared.
Which was just as well, because his overnight bag was still sitting next to the coffee table.
He padded back down the stairs, blushing furiously, and grabbed it without making eye contact with anyone.
Suddenly, Grant was unsure about everything.
Did Sunny regret last night?
He hadn’t evenlookedat Grant.
What if he hated him now? What if he felt like Grant had taken advantage after all, or if he thought it was a mistake?
Grant’s stomach bottomed out as he considered the possibility that he was about to lose Sunny forever.
Sex wasn’t worth that. Sunny was one of the best things that had ever happened to him, after Hope. Grant hated the thought that maybe he’d taken things too far and now Sunny was uncomfortable around him.
“He seems nice,” Julia said, winking at Grant.
Of course she’d figured out there was something going on. Grant blushed as darkly as Sunny had been, shifting his weight.
“I need matches,” he said, looking for an excuse to leave the living room for a moment. “You guys make yourselves at home. I’m so glad you made it.”
Hewasglad they were here, and he didn’t want to leave any of them thinking that wasn’t true. He just also wished he’d gotten a chance to talk to Sunny first, alone.
Joon followed him into the kitchen.
Normally, Grant would have been glad of the company, but right now he needed a moment to gather his thoughts.
“Thought I’d get started with the turkey,” Joon explained, passing Grant to get to the fridge.
“Knock yourself out. It should be mostly defrosted by now. I think. I can more or less follow some clear instructions.”
“You don’t need to be modest around me,” Joon said. “Aside from the part where you’re gay, Julia was better off with you than she is with me.”
Grant shook his head. “That’s not true.”
More to the point, it was weird for Joon to say it. Itdefinitelywasn’t true, and until this moment, Grant had no idea that Joon had ever had a thought like that.
“Well, in any case, you deserve to be happy,” Joon said.
Oh.
Right.
He’d figured it out, too, because Grant was the least subtle person on Earth. He was always the last to know what he was thinking around Julia, and apparently, Joon could see right through him, too.
“And I know you’re thinking you don’t, or that you’re not good enough, but you do, and you are.”
