Grayson peeks at me from the corner of his eye as if he’s afraid of how I’m going to respond, but he needn’t worry. I have no clue how to react to any of what I just heard.
Chapter 25
Do what to whose chickens?
There’s an awkward pause when Remy seems to remember I’m still standing in the same room. He looks over at me and licks his lips. “There was probably a better way to hash that shit out, sorry.”
I tuck my wild hair behind my ears. “Um, there’s probably a lot of things…we need to talk about. Stuff that’s going to come up. That is, if we…you know,” I stammer.
I’m having a hard time looking at Grayson now that I know why that woman, Julia, was here. I have so many questions, I’m afraid I’ll blurt them out and make him even more uncomfortable.
My phone rings, and I nearly sigh with relief as I fumble to pull it from my pocket.
“Agent Bishop,” I answer, not recognizing the number.
“Morning,” Dad greets in his gruff voice. He must already be at work and calling from the station.
“Hey, any news?” I turn my back to the guys and shuffle toward the door so they can continue with their routine, plus it gives me some much needed separation.
“We have a hearing with the judge after lunch, that was as long as I could put it off.” I hear the frustration in Dad’s tone. “I’m sure hislawyerwill be here by nine to bitch that it’s not sooner.”
“Have you heard back from Murrey about the DNA?”
“I’m expecting a call anytime. If I can link them, I might be able to convince the judge to set his bail high so I can hold him a little longer. I feel like this one is slipping through my fingers.”
“What can I do to help?” I offer as the squeak of Dad’s chair filters through the line. I imagine him twisting from left to right as I’ve seen him do other times when he’s thinking.
“I don’t know, kid. Nothing is adding up here. Are you sure you didn’t pick up any magical signatures from the body that could lead back to LaPointe?”
“I wish I could say I did, but it just wasn’t there. The only thing I picked up from the scene was from Ms. Miller, and even that wasn’t enough to say anything definitive because there wasn’t enough magic present to have caused that kind of damage.”
Dad releases a sound that makes me think he doesn’t want to hear what I have to say about Belinda, not that I blame him. None of us want to think we know someone who would be involved in something like this. “I’ll get one of the guys to bring me up to the station. We can go through everything we have. Keep me updated if Murrey calls,” I tell him.
“They pull their heads out of their asses yet?” Dad mumbles.
I look over my shoulder to see all three of the guys seated at the table, watching me. Grayson looks down as if he doesn’t like that I caught him looking, but Felix and Remy don’t seem to mind. “Maybe a little,” I answer Dad.
“Good. I like you being home. Tell them I said not to screw it up.” The line goes dead right after his words, but I have no intention of repeating his request.
“We can take you to work, but you need to eat first.” Felix places his palm on the table and stands once I return my phone to my pocket. I half expect him to walk over and open the fridge to offer what’s inside, but he was just getting out of Remy’s way.
“What would you like? An omelet? Oatmeal?” Remy glides right past me, and I feel the brush of his fingers along my hip.
“I usually just—”
“Skipping isn’t an option,” he says before I can finish.
I plant my hand on my hip. “How often were you watching me?” I say mostly as a joke, but I watch Remy’s back as he lifts one shoulder sluggishly.
“Enough to know you need to eat more.” He opens the fridge and drags out the carton of eggs without me telling him what I will eat. “Go sit down, it will be ready in a minute.”
“Bossy,” I mumble under my breath, but on the inside, I’m beaming a little. It’s been a long time since anyone took care of me or worried about whether I was eating or not.
When I sit down, I end up across from Grayson. I feel like I’m understanding him a little bit better every day, but it doesn’t take the sting out of his recent nasty comments. If anything, I feel them more keenly, knowing he experienced how the comments made me feel.
I notice when he shifts in his seat and rubs the side of his face as if he’s uncomfortable, and I quickly realize I’m more than likely the reason. I’m probably telegraphing my emotions to him, considering the shields I have are not effective through the semi-bond we have.
I panic, trying to think of something to get my mind off Grayson and his reactions to me. Instead of coming up with something else completely, I end up picturing his face just a short time ago when we were in the hall and he was watching me with Felix. I feel heat rise in my face.Baseball, baseball, baseball.Why do people say this helps you not think about sex? I know nothing about baseball, except some of the guys look pretty good in those tight pants. “Hexes.” I rub my palms over my eyes to get rid of the image of Grayson in nothing but those tight pants with a nice large bulge on display.
