“I wouldn’t say I’m a man whore, per se.”
“Then what would you call it?” I ask.
His smile is full of satisfaction. “Spreading love throughout the world.”
The guys around me groan, Cindy gagging beside me. “Disgusting,” she mutters.
“I heard that.”
“You were meant to,” she sings.
Kieran just rolls his eyes and walks off to check into the hotel.
“He’s never going to let this go,” Grayson grumbles, watching his best friend.
I frown. “Why?”
Cindy’s nose scrunches. “I think she’s the only one who has turned him down.”
My brows fly into my hairline. “Surely not.”
“I hate to say it, but I think Cindy is right.”
She barks out a humorless laugh. “Jeez, thanks, Crawford.”
He clicks his tongue. “You know it’s not like that. But yeah, I think this is the first time someone has turned him down so…”
“Brutally?” I supply.
Asher’s eyes spark. “Oh shit, please tell me she gave him lip.”
“She absolutely gave him lip.” Which I’m still utterly stunned by.
The team piles into the lobby, each taking turns checking in. Grayson wraps an arm around my shoulder, the move so casual and effortless, it’s like he’s done it a thousand times. My body warms, practically humming at his touch.
“You should have heard her. She said he was the only dog that deserved to be in a kennel.”
Asher whistles as Cindy cackles.
“Hearing Kieran Ashford get humbled wasn’t on my bingo card for the year,” Cindy says between chuckles. “I need to meet her. She sounds hilarious.”
“You would love her. I think you two would get along well. Next time she’s in town we’ll take you to Totti’s. They have the best fruity cocktails.”
A smirk plays along her lips. “You had me at fruity.”
Grayson steps forward to check in, giving the woman behind the desk his name.
“How is the treatment going?” she asks softly, referring to Layla.
“They haven’t started yet. They’re still doing all the pre-tests.”
Cindy’s eyes soften. “I hope it works.”
“Me too. It’s such a horrible illness, she?—”
“There you go, Mr. Crawford,” the woman behind the desk says. “Your one-bedroom suite is located on level?—”
“One bedroom?” I cry out. I spin on my heel, gaping at Grayson.