Page 224 of The Invite
“Man, love really makes people go crazy,” he mutters to himself as he pushes past us into the house.
The L-word makes Nessa suck in a sharp breath and she runs after Maverick before I can say a word.
Is my best friend right?
Have I really fallen for this woman? Is that what’s happened to me? All I know is my world revolves around her and the thought of anyone harming her or separating us makes me want to tear it apart. If that’s love, then I have fallen for her.
Does she feel the same?
Nessa has gone to her bedroom when I walk inside. I find Maverick lounging on her couch and sit down beside him. “Did Anonymous leave her a note?”
“No. But he took the one I left,” he replies low. “I caught him on the camera but he kept his head down and was covered head to toe in black.”
“Did you think he knew about the cameras?”
“Don’t think so.” His tone turns thoughtful. “I’m trying to catch his face from a different angle.”
“I might have a clip you can use to match the body type and a phone with his fingerprints. Have your guy at the station look into identifying the prints.”
“He’s on vacation. Won’t be back for a week.”
“Fuck!” I scrub a hand on my jaw and grunt, “He left a note for the rest of us, Maverick. It can’t be anything good.”
He curses before suggesting, “Play his game until we have a solid lead. It’s only a matter of time.”
Sighing, I nod and stand up to leave. “Make sure she eats.”
“What is she? A baby?”
I glare.
“You’re pussy-whipped, Grayson,” he jibes.
With the way her pussy tastes, who wouldn’t be? I’m almost out the living room when he asks from behind, “Do you see a future with her?”
“She ismyfuture.”
“Then tell her the truth, man.”
I shoot him a smirk. “I’m going to show her instead.”
***
The Merc parked in the driveway when I reach home sours my mood.
Looks like dear old Mom cut her business trip short.
The woman couldn’t bother to fly out when Scarlett was involved in a road accident when she was young and was admitted in the hospital for two days. But the moment her precious future is in jeopardy because of my scandal, she flies back at the speed of a rocket.
I’ve barely stepped out of the car when I’m ambushed by Bertha.
“Mrs. Grayson has called you to the office right away,” she informs me with worry shadowing her eyes.
The car beeps as I lock it and push past her.
“She’s livid, Augustus,” warns Bertha.
“When isn’t she?” I retort dryly. Pissed and taciturn are the only two moods she possesses.
