And that was why we were late to the clubhouse for Sunday night dinner.
***
See... when I met Grey, I had been ranting and rambling that night and blamed it on the alcohol.
And this time at the clubhouse... I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol.
But I could blame it on pregnancy brain.
Everything that happened with my mother earlier came out of my mouth.
And... well... everyone took offense on my behalf.
So troubled on my behalf that I smiled when, not even a week later, the news showed Robert and Jenna Stevenson were officially bankrupt.
The news also circulated that Holly Anne had a come-to-Jesus’ moment and made a rather hefty donation to a center for troubled youth.
My brother Keith... fled the country.
And as for Kourt... she shouldn’t have tried to come back to the clubhouse in a disguise and try to break into the safe.
That was her fatal mistake.
***
I had just wiped my hands on the dish towel after I did the dishes.
I smirked.
I had finally beaten him to them when the front door opened, and my man walked in.
I dropped the towel on the counter and headed in his direction.
At the sight of me, he smiled, but something was off.
I didn’t know what it was, but I would.
I lifted my brows.
He got my look.
Then he asked, “Will you go somewhere with me?”
I nodded, “I’d go anywhere with you.”
He smiled then kissed my forehead.
Six hours later, I was staring at the hotel that we had stopped at for the night.
I looked at Grey, “Umm, care to explain?”
He shook his head, “Not yet.”
Something was rolling off him in waves. Something I’ve never sensed from him before.
What in the world was going on?
And that night, as I curled up next to him, for some reason, he held onto me even tighter.
