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Grayson tilted his head to the side. “You said you love her.” He grinned.
“What?” I asked again, a rushing sound filled my ears.
“You just said you love Haley,” Mason said.
I took a deep breath and threw my hands out to my sides. “Yeah. I do. I wanted to tellherthat. I wanted to talk to her about everything, but she isn’t fucking responding.”
“This isn’t because I told you she has a thing for you, right?”
“No, that just changed my game plan. I’ve loved her longer than that. I just didn’t know if I should act on it.”
“Alright. Well, let’s come up with a plan,” Gray said and poured us each a drink. He nodded to the cup in his hand as he passed it to me. A piece offering.
“Thanks.” I took the glass from him. One more wouldn’t kill me.
“We could just leave now and crash girls’ night.” Cam suggested.
“No.” Mason shook his head. “Ry needs the girl time. She’d kill me.”
“Maybe I should just wait for her at her place?” I said.
“No. It needs to be epic,” Mason said.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” Gray asked, looking down at his phone.
“Nothing but hanging out with Nix and doing shit around the house. It’s spring break this week, so I’m off for the next six days.”
He smirked. “How do you feel about Vegas?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
HALEY
“Shouldn’tyou have sweatpants on? How do you never have a hangover after girls’ night?” Gray hooked his elbow over the open window of his truck as I strolled up. I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t like I was wearing a dang ball gown. Ripped up jeans covered my legs and sweater hung off one shoulder. The perfect mixture of comfy and cute. Perfect for a plane ride. Though my hair was having a particularly good day.
I would never admit it to anyone, but the margaritas hit a little harder the closer I got to thirty.
I shook my coffee. “I drink a lot of these.” I sip the liquid gold, letting it warm my soul. “It would be easier if I could insert it directly into an IV like Lorelai suggested, but here we are.” Opening the backdoor to his truck, I tossed my carry-on on to the back seat.
“Who the hell is Lorelai?” Gray asked. I climbed into the passenger seat, gently placing my camera bag on the floorboard between my feet.
“Lorelai Gilmore.”
He scrunched his nose and put the truck in gear. “She’s a television character, isn’t she?”
“Yep.” I sipped a little more.
“It’s too damn early for this,” Gray grumbled, pointing us in the direction of the airport. He was extra quiet, but it was five in the morning. Being a military man, I was a little surprised he wasn’t much of an early riser.
Walking into the airport, we skipped the baggage check and made our way through security with our carry-ons. We weren’t going to be in Vegas for more than a couple of days. After grabbing another coffee, I sat down next to Gray in the gate waiting area.
I twisted my phone in my hand, clicking it on and off. The blinking blue light reminded me I still had messages from Asher I didn’t open the night before. He’d been trying to get ahold of me for the past week, but I just couldn’t do it.
The way the girl looked at him like he’d hung the damn moon was burned into my memory. I couldn’t listen to how he’d met someone.
That he was dating someone.
Someone who wasn’t me.