Page 91 of Sighs By the Sea

Maggie

When I see how they’re sitting, a small pang of jealousy rushes through me. But when our eyes meet, I see the raw emotion in Grayson’s gaze. His struggles with the situation are evident in every wrinkle on his face.

The paramedics arrive behind me, bringing a stretcher inside. I help them get Suzannah loaded up and then head back inside.

As soon as we’re alone, Grayson lets a few tears fall. “Maggie,” he says, his voice shuddering. “She’s so broken.” Hearing the strain in his voice, my heart wrenches. Suddenly, my small freakout this morning feels trivial. I cross the room and wrap my arms around him. “I know, Gray. But we’re gonna help her. I promise you, she will be okay.”

We hold each other for a long time, and I breathe in the scent of his soap that has already become so familiar and comforting. I snuggle further into his neck, kissing lightly, wanting all his pain to go away, even if only for a moment.

There’s a moment of guilt, but I quickly suppress it. Grayson’s life has moved on, and so has Suze’s, albeit down a twisted path that will always intertwine.

The chapter of his life with Suze is done, and I hate what it has left behind—a trail of heartache and betrayal swirling in a confusing maze simmering just beneath the surface. But in its place is a new chapter that I am determined to be a part of. I want a life with George and Grayson. Everything. Together.

I can picture George in the house, running around with his cousins, while Grayson and I snuggle up together on the couch. God, I want that.

“You okay?” I ask.

He laughs as he pulls me toward the couch. “I should be asking you that. I know this is a lot.”

I blow a raspberry. “I’m cool as a cucumber, babe.”

“You’re amazing,” he says, his voice filled with warmth.

I playfully roll my head back. “I know, and I expect payment for it.”

He raises a brow. “Oh? When should I deliver it?”

My arms go around his waist, and I look deep into his eyes, enjoying the reflected affection shining down on me. “Tonight? Georgie will have his own bed…” I let the request linger, tracing a finger on his chest.

“I’ll pencil you in, Detective.” His voice has reached the low rumble that seems to settle right in my core, heating my body with anticipation.

“I look forward to it.” I kiss his nose and hook my leg over his lap. His cock hardens instantly, and I rub myself against it. “I should get back to work,” I say as he kisses my neck.

“Hmm,” he murmurs, clearly not wanting to let me go.

“Really,” I say, with even less conviction.

“So go,” Grayson says, pulling my shirt down to expose my collarbone. His lips suck on the newly exposed skin, and I let out a long sigh. Just as I’m about to suggest we sneak into our room, George bounds out, tugging Mack behind him. I squeal and jump off Grayson’s lap, tossing a pillow at him in the process. I guess I’m not really used to having a kid around yet.

“Maggie!” He hops into my lap, and I let out a loud oof. Mack is snickering in the hall, but I ignore him.

“Hey, Champ. How’s hanging with this lug?” I flick my head in the direction of Mack, and Georgie nods.

“Macky told me about a movie. He says it’s the peep of cinnamon, and we need to watch it.”

Mack laughs. “Peak of cinema.”

“Yeah? What’s the movie?”

“Goodfellas,” Georgie says.

I shoot Mack a glare. “That’s not a movie for kids.”

“Definitely not,” Grayson agrees, the pillow still covering his lap.

“He asked my favorite, what was I supposed to do?” Mack asks.

I cough out, “Lie!” drawing a tiny smirk from Grayson.

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