Page 13 of The Sweet Spot

Once she realizes I’m not kidding, Gracie pulls on a pair of purple gloves with a satisfying snap. “Whatever you say, crazy lady.”

I’m not being fair to her, and I know it.

Damn it.

Being mean to Grace is like kicking the cutest puppy dog ever.

And I can’t do it.

“Listen, it just made sense. That’s all. You’re only staying a few weeks, and I don’t need a five-bedroom condo all to myself. You’ve all moved out and moved on, and I’m the only one left here. So please help me make this place livable.”

I pass her a bucket filled with bathroom cleaning supplies and smile when she groans.

“Seriously?” she basically whines. “Can’t we hire someone to do this?”

I spray the granite countertop, then look up at her and snap a little. “Sure, we can hire someone. And while we’re waiting for them to get here, you can tell me what the hell is going on with you and the god of war because we haven’t had five minutes alone to talk since you got back. And you better believe I didn’t miss the fact that you two showed up together.”

Gracie showed up at Everly’s beach house, having flown home from London with Everly’s brother-in-law, Ares. And the tension coming off them in waves was enough to light up the entire city.

Grace blushes, totally busted but unwilling to have this conversation, which is perfectly fine with me. “Fine. I’ll scrub the damn bathroom.”

“Bathrooms, Grace.” I wait with both brows raised, then smile. “There’s two of them.”

“I hate you,” she grumbles as she walks away.

“We’re still going to talk about it, good twin,” I call after her, because while I might be in no shape to have this conversation right now, we’re going to have this conversation at some point. I might have had a shit day, but Gracie and Everly have been two of my best friends since I was three years old. And there’s definitely something going on with good twin that she’s hiding.

By the time I’ve got the kitchen clean enough that I’m not afraid to put my dishes into the cabinets, my arms hurt from exertion, but it’s a good kind of pain. At least that’s what I’m telling myself as I stand back and appreciate the shine of the streak-free stainless-steel appliances.

Grace

You are disgusting.

Everly

You’re going to need to be more specific, Gracie.

Kenzie

Ohh . . . Who’s disgusting?

Grace

Oops. I sent this to the wrong chat. Hold please.

Okay, Callen and Maddox have now been added to the chat.

Lindy

Dude. Make sure you remove their asses after this. I don’t want to talk about sucking my husband’s dick with the guys on the text.

Maddox

WTF? I don’t want to know that shit.

Callen

Sweet. Let’s hear it.

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