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Page 34 of Yours, Always

“Oh no.”

“Yeah, and to make it worse, I acted like I didn’t remember it this morning. I didn’t know what to do and I acted like nothing happened.”

“This just keeps getting more stupid.” Gabe looked properly mortified.

“You should’ve seen her face, Gabe. Like I had totally gutted her.”

“She didn’t say anything?”

“Not a word.”

“Well.” Gabe thought for a second before he said, “I’m offended for her, Grey. You owe her more than that, she deserves so much better. What are you going to do?”

“I’ll see her Monday at the maze. If I don’t talk to her about it before, I will for sure talk with her then.”

Gabe sat in silence, his expression one of anger. “You damn well better, Grey. Why the hell would you pretend it never happened?”

“I don’t know! I panicked. I couldn’t think straight, I just had a concussion and my head hurt and I wasn’t thinking straight, and her thighs were totally bare…” Their silence filled the bar. Greyson knew what he’d done was terrible, but he couldn’t stand Gabe being mad at him, so he did what he always did. Changed the subject. “Do you know anything about the house for sale on your street?” he asked, as much to break the silence as to really ask him about the house.

“Yeah, it’s pretty run-down. From what I heard the couple had lived there for like fifty years but didn’t have enough money for the upkeep lately, so it just went into disrepair.”

“I think I’m going to buy it.”

“Oh wow, really?”

“Yeah, but I wanted to know if you could come and take a look at it with me. See how bad it really is.”

“I think you’re an idiot for what you did to Pru, but yes, I will.”

Before Greyson could answer, the whirlwind that was Annabelle dashed into the bar. “Hi, boys.”

“What’s shaking?” Gabe smiled at Annabelle.

“Hey, AB.” Greyson was distracted, fiddling with his fries, his mind already back to Prudence.

“I need some of that private collection for girl’s night, please.” Annabelle gave Gabe her biggest puppy-dog eyes.

“You know you’re always welcome to it.” Gabe nodded toward the back room.

“The hell?” Greyson pulled himself back from his thoughts of Prudence. “I have to practically beg, and you just offer it to her?”

“She’s far more attractive than you and who can resist those eyes?”

“And,” Annabelle interjected, “I’m not the one going around kissing girls while concussed.”

Greyson’s eyes widened. He wasn’t surprised Prudence had told Annabelle what had happened, but hewassurprised that Annabelle would call him on it so quickly, and confidently.

“Annabelle, I was wrong, but I’m going to fix it,” Greyson promised.

“Leave it to me, John McClane, you just follow your provided schedule, and everything will fall into place.” Annabelle kissed Gabe on the cheek. “Thanks, Gabe.” She turned on her heels to go into the stock room.

“Wait…” Greyson started. Annabelle turned around. “John McClane?”

“Die Hardis a romance movie. He did it all for the girl.”

Annabelle spun again and headed toward the backroom.

Gabe chuckled. “She has you there, bro. But are you really going to rely on one of Annabelle’s plots for this?”




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