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“I’m right here, little lady, no need to shout,” he said in a normal voice.

Proving that he was indeed close because I had clearly heard him, which meant he wasn’t that far away.

Oops.

“Why’d you salute me earlier?” I asked.

He winked, “Because you said that you know what you deserve and you're not settling for anything less than that. I respect it.”

“Oh.”

He chuckled.

Then I looked at Grey, “And what about you. What do you think about that?”

His sea green eyes seemed to shine, then he shared, “Well, wish I had thought about that shit years ago. But now... well, I’m pleased as fuck I didn’t. Cause it means I got plenty of experience on how to treat my woman. Treat my woman in a way that she’ll never have to look for anything better.”

“Your woman is lucky,” I shared, then hiccupped.

He grinned, then in a deep, gravelly tone, he shared, “Yeah, she sure is.”

I swooned.

Then I hiccupped again.

He chuckled.

I made this gorgeous man, chuckle.

Oh. My. God.

‘Life hits you hard. But it takes you three seconds to decide if you are a superhero or not. I am, forher.’

– Grey’s Secret Thoughts.

Chapter 9

Grey

And by me talking about my woman, I was looking right at her.

She just didn’t know it.

But she would... soon.

She took me from my thoughts when she shared, “I told myself I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself in front of the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid my eyes on, but here I am. Doing just that.”

I chuckled, “And how is that?”

Then she frowned as she looked at me, and nothing but sadness was written clearly in her pale blue eyes.

Then she shared, “Because I’m in a cotton candy dress that was supposed to be a bridesmaid dress. A bridesmaid to the girl who was supposed to marry my brother. My brother, who stood with my parents and proved that my life so far has sucked.”

“Well... cotton candy is my favorite treat,” I teased.

She sighed, then shared, “It’s one of mine too, but I don’t want to wear it.”

Thinking that I needed to get her mind off of what was obviously a sad time, I asked, “So, what made you walk into a bar in a cotton candy dress?”