Page 117 of My Rules

“Open your eyes, you weirdo. Mr. Dr. Grayson is madly in love with you.”

“No, he’s not. He just told me that he wants to have a relationship with some fucking Kayla woman.”

“You’re an idiot if you let him go,” she huffs as we walk.

“What do you mean, let him go? I don’t have him in the first place to let him go.”

“Have you seen the way he looks at you? All he does whenever he’s around you is look after you, look out for you, run after you.”

I stare at her in confusion. “Do you think he likes me ... as more than a friend?”

“I don’t think it, I know it.”

“Has he ever said anything to you?”

“He doesn’t have to; everybody just knows.”

I think on this for a moment as we walk. “Does anyone else think this or just you?”

“Everybody knows it. Blake Grayson has been madly in love with you since before your marriage even broke up. That’s why John hates him. John knows exactly how he feels.”

“I don’t know about that. We’re just friends.”

“Correction, Blake is your friend, but you’re Blake’s dream girl, and you’re being pretty fucking stupid if you ask me.”

“What do you mean?” I snap, offended.

“Because he’s gorgeous, and he’s rich, and he hangs on every word you say, and if you don’t open your eyes and see what’s right in front of you, some stupid bimbo is going to come in and sweep him off his feet and steal him right from underneath your nose.”

Her words hit a nerve, and I stop walking. “He’s never said anything to me.”

That’s a white lie; he did insinuate something that night he said he would ask for my number. But then he said he just wanted to have sex and to not get carried away.

“Have you ever asked him?” she says as we walk.

“No.” I shrug. “What if he doesn’t and I ask him? Then it will be super awkward between us, and I don’t want that to happen.”

“Okay, I’m going to do it.”

“Do what?”

“Ask him if he likes you.”

“What? Just come out with it like that?”

“Why not?”

“Just be more, I don’t know ... subtle.” I think for a moment. “Somehow casually work it into the conversation. Something like, ‘If you ever had a chance with Rebecca, would you take it?’”

“I’ll go over tonight and ask him.”

“No, not tonight. That’s too obvious. Just next time you see him.”

Taryn smirks as her eyes hold mine. “Why, do you like him?”

“No,” I scoff.

“Are you sure?”

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