“You’ve got time to eat, right, doll?” Remy wraps his heavy arm over my shoulders and pulls me in close to his side while continuing to stare at Ambrose. “I’m sure your colleague won’t mind.”
Ambrose’s eyes narrow at that. “These wouldn’t be the world-famous burgers from Jimmy’s I’ve heard so much about, would they?”
Grayson looks down at me as if I’ve somehow betrayed him because Ambrose has this knowledge.
“You know what they are,” I say with too much enthusiasm. “I would be more than happy to share some with you, but I just need a minute with the guys. Do you mind?”
“She’s not interested, man.” Grayson folds his arms over his chest and tips his chin in the air while glaring at Ambrose.
“Grayson,” I warn and grab his arm while Remy is still wrapped around my neck. It’s only the second time I’ve touched him since I’ve been back, and his emotions, along with everyone else’s, fill me until I can barely tell whose is whose. It’s a jumbled mess. All I can think is,Please don’t do this. Don’t embarrass him or me. Ambrose knows.
“This is them.” Ambrose scans the guys again. “I thought there was one, but three?” He shakes his head as a slow smile forms on his lips. “I shouldn’t be surprised, but I can’t compete with that.” My shoulders relax. “You want me to wait back here? I can, patience is a virtue of mine. I have all the time in the world.” The way he says it makes me think he’s talking about more than just waiting for me to get done talking to the guys.
“Not letting her go this time,” Remy challenges as Ambrose breezes past, proving I’m not the only one who picked up on his double meaning.
“Right in there.” I nod, smiling, then I jab my elbow back into Remy. He doesn’t even budge. Once Ambrose is out of sight, I release my hold on Grayson and spin on Remy. “That was out of line,” I snarl.
Remy takes a step forward and pushes me backward with his body until I’m pinned between him and the wall. I look to the left to make sure Ambrose can’t see us. “Why?” Remy demands.
“Because we work together, and this is…personal stuff,” I answer.
“He made it personal.” Remy isn’t giving me any room, he’s surrounding me. “Is he competition, doll?”
“What? No,” I scoff, although this is exactly what I was worried about.
“I know you know that, but clearly, he doesn’t. We were making things obvious for him. Doing him a favor,” Remy reasons, attempting to make it sound simple, but it never is.
“Well, that’s enough. Leave it be.” I make my voice firm.
“Unless he needs a reminder.” Remy starts to back away from me with his hands raised in surrender, but I know better. He doesn’t have a submissive bone in his body.
Remy spins on his heel and wraps his arm over Felix’s shoulders much in the same way he did mine, and they walk in the direction Ambrose went.Great.
“He has feelings for you,” Grayson tells me when we’re alone.
I look up at Grayson and don’t try to deny it. It would be useless. “You know it doesn’t matter if he does. I could never return them.”
“You wanted to though.” Grayson frowns.
I can’t deny that either. It would have been so much easier if I could have moved on. I don’t really know how to respond, so I keep quiet instead. I’m sure he’s reading everything I’m feeling anyway.
“I…” Grayson opens his mouth to say more, but Remy pokes his head out of the hall leading to the breakroom.
“Come eat,” he demands and disappears again.
I chuckle. “He’s obsessed with feeding me.”
“He said you weren’t eating right. It made him crazy. That’s why he learned to cook.”
“Really?” I ask shyly, tucking my hair back behind my ears.
“Yeah, he bitched about it all the time.” Grayson cracks a smile. “We better go before he comes out here with a fork to hand feed you.”
That makes me laugh. Remy is just crazy enough to actually do it.
Chapter 28
My job is top secret. I don’t even know what I’m doing.
