Page 60 of Deceiving Grier

I’d have to be deaf to miss the doubt dripping from his tone, but given how I came to be living here, I understood.

“I broke a mug, and when I was cleaning up the pieces, I found it under one of the bookcases.” I jerked a thumb at the shelving unit behind my desk.

“You didn’t open it?” His tone was more of a statement than a question.

“I didn’t.”

Finn nodded slowly. “Thank you. I appreciate you turning this over, and I’m sure Grey will too. Can I give you some advice?”

I jerked my shoulder. “Sure.”

“I know things started off rough between you and Grier, and I’ve heard you’re back together. The thing is, Grier’s a good guy. Whatever you two have going on, don’t screw it up.”

I probably should have been pissed to have the man sticking his nose into my relationship, but I didn’t really disagree with anything he’d said.

“I won’t,” I told him, and I meant it.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Grier

BythetimeSawyerpulled into the driveway, the meds from the hospital had almost worn off. The dull pulsing gripping my skull, which never really went away evenwiththe painkillers, had sharpened. My arm started to ache again, and my entire body felt bruised and battered—kind of like I’d rolled down a flight of stairs.

Still, after just one night in the hospital, the sight of our house had never looked so good. Mid-morning sun glared down from a cloudless blue sky. The bright light had irritated my head, but Sawyer had given me his sunglasses to help take the edge off. He had done everything he could, practically bending over backwards to make me as comfortable as possible.

Even now, parked in the driveway, he rushed around to my side of the Jeep and opened the door to help me out. A part of me wanted to tell him I was fine and that I could manage on my own, but the truth was between the pain and the painkillers I felt light-headed and dizzy, the world tilting to one side if I moved too quickly.

I grabbed hold of Sawyer’s arm with my good hand, letting him guide me out of the Jeep.

“You okay?” he asked once I had both feet on the smooth asphalt. I nodded and regretted it instantly. Fresh pain bloomed at the side of my head, and I froze.

“Yeah,” I croaked instead.

He slipped his arm around my waist, and I leaned into him, grabbing hold of his jacket with my free hand while Sawyer slowly guided me towards the house and up the steps to the porch. Despite the cool fall air, sweat slicked my skin, exhaustion making my limbs feel heavy and sluggish.

Never in my life had I felt so weak and tired from such little activity. I hated it.

Inside, Sawyer guided me to the couch and helped lower me slowly onto the cushions. As I leaned back against the arm so I could stretch my legs over the cushions, I could hear voices drifting out from the kitchen; Jett’s, Alistair’s and even Finn’s.

“Why is everyone here?” I asked.

Sawyer grinned. “They wanted to make sure you’re okay.” His smile dimmed. “And Finn was putting new locks on the doors.”

Right, because we had someone coming and going as though they lived here for who knew how long. My stomach twisted at the thought.

When Sawyer and I were waiting for my prescriptions at the pharmacy on the way home, he’d told me about the basement window and his theory that whoever I’d seen before I fell down the stairs might have actually been targeting Jett. The possibility brought little comfort.

“Hey,” Alistair said, emerging from the kitchen.

I tried to smile, but it felt more like a wince. “Hey.” My voice sounded weak even to my own ears.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, lowering himself onto the chair opposite me.

“Sore,” I admitted.

“We won’t stay long,” he said. “You’ll probably want to rest.”

Sawyer leaned down. “I’m going to get pillows from your room. Then you’re past due for your meds.”

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