He smiles slyly. “I listen to the gossip around here, sir. You know I do.”
I huff out a breath, irritated. “And what have you learned?”
“I learned that you and Meredith used to be a thing.”
“You can’t tell anyone that.” I take him by the shoulders.
He looks almost offended. “Of course not. I’m just telling you what I learned. It won’t leave this office.”
“You swear?”
He nods briskly, and I let out a relieved sigh, letting go of him.
I pace around, looking back at him. “We spent the weekend together.”
“Of course, you did.”
“You already knew?”
“Figured it out when you were both late and twitchy.”
“I’m not twitchy.”
“Your hands are shaking.”
I look down, surprised to see that he’s right.
“Maybe Ishouldtake the day off.”
Bryce nods, clapping his hand on my shoulder.
He leaves the office and does whatever it is he does when I’m not ordering him around.
I leave the office about two o’clock, and instead of heading right to Bennigan’s like I want to, I go back to my hotel.
And I come face-to-face with Grayson in the lobby.
He grins, and I groan inwardly.
The last thing I need right now is to be around Meredith’s older, protective brother, even if he is my best friend.
I’m still having flashbacks of her mouth around my…
I clear my throat. “Hi, Grayson!”
He walks toward me, still grinning. “You haven’t been answering my calls.”
He doesn’t sound angry, but I feel guilty anyway, looking down at my neglected phone.
“Sorry. Had an issue with the contractors this morning.” That’s not exactly true, but it could be. It’s truth adjacent.
He tilts his head. "Did you work it out?"
I think about telling him no, that I'm just grabbing lunch and heading right back to the office, but I don't.
I haven’t seen Grayson in years other than this past couple of weeks, and I don’t want him to disappear from my life again.
As complicated as this thing with Meredith is, it doesn’t mean I don’t want my best friend back in my life.