Page 91 of Accepting Fate

“Yup. He’s a sweetie.”

Grayson huffs and rolls his eyes. “Mhmm. He likes you. You’ll see a different side of him when anyone but Noah or my mom is near him.”

I fake shock and place my hand over my heart. “This little baby could never. He’s been nothing but a cuddle bug.”

Gray drops another kiss to my lips and walks towards the kitchen. “Just wait. Did you save any of that for me?”

I assume he’s talking about coffee so I call back to him, “Yeah. Sorry I snooped. I needed caffeine and didn’t want to wake you up.”

Grayson walks around the couch and sits down next to me. He looks hot as sin but also exhausted. Besides his disheveled hair, his under eyes have a purplish hue.

He takes a long sip from his mug and levels his gaze with mine.

“Don’t apologize. I want you to be comfortable here. I was kinda hoping now that you met this asshole,” he pauses to pet Oliver, “that you would consider spending time here, so he wasn’t home alone at night so much.”

I should have seen this coming. He has been staying at my place so much.

This house has a comfortable feeling to it. It may have something to do with the handsome man giving me his best puppy dog eyes right now.

I let out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess. I wouldn’t want Oliver to be alone. And I can’t forget about my bed being too small for your giant caveman ass.”

My cup is taken out of my hand and put on the coffee table. Before I can protest, I’m being lifted into Grayson’s lap.

“Watch that mouth, Angel.”

My cheeks flush and I bury my face in his neck. Grayson wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer like he’s trying to make us become one.

“Sorry, pretty girl. I would love to fuck you seven ways to Sunday, but my head hurts and you know I can’t control myself when it comes to your naked body.”

Lifting my head from his neck, I thread my fingers through his hair, lightly pressing down around his bandage to check for swelling. I don’t feel anything, but he winces when I hit a tender spot.

“How bad does it hurt? And be honest.” My voice sounds like I’m speaking to a patient and not my boyfriend, but he’s technically my patient for the weekend.

His forehead drops to mine. “It feels like I got hit in the head with a fucking baseball bat.”

My eyes go wide, and I lean back to see if he’s serious. “Is that what happened?” I frantically ask, hoping he was just exaggerating.

He groans and rests his head on the back of the couch but not letting me go. Judging by his defeated response, I’m guessing it’s true.

Grayson doesn’t move and keeps his eyes closed as he explains. “Yeah. We would be here for hours to fully explain why we were there, but I promise I will explain one day. But I was helping Isabella into my truck, and I thought my brothers took care of the problem. Guess Landon didn’t account for a second problem and that problem hit me in the back of the head.”

“Oh, wow…” I shake my head.

He continues softly. “I didn’t see it coming. Wes was running down the hill when it happened. He tried to warn me but was too late. According to Wes, Isabella was flailing too much, and I lost my grip on her. She fell out of my arms and caught herself with her hand. And then the problem stomped on it before Wes got there and took care of him. I was bleeding a lot and about to puke all over my truck, so we stopped at The Hideout and that’s when Noah called you. You know the rest.” As he finishes, he looks even more exhausted just by reliving last night’s events.

I have so many questions. How did he know Isabella was there? Why were his brothers taking care of “the problem”? Why would Landon not know about a second person? I’m so confused about everything and want to beg him to tell me everything. But I don't ask anything, I stay silent.

Grayson lifts his head. “So, my mom called.”

Aww crap. I know where this is going.

“She found out about my accident and is insisting I bring you over so she can thank you for taking care of me. I didn’t know what to say, so I told her I’d talk to you first.”

Gently, I swat his chest. “Grayson! You can’t say that. If we don’t go, she will know I said no and then she will think I don’t want to meet her!”

He flashes me a look like he’s innocent and didn’t mean to. “I don’t see the problem in avoiding the inevitable, Angel.”

“Ugh, you’re such a cocky ass caveman.”

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