Page 26 of Our Shattered Pieces
“Well, I can call him for you and ask,” she offered. “Or better yet, send me a picture of the plant, so I can send it to him. This way, he’ll know exactly which one I’m talking about.”
I let out a deep sigh.
I wanted,so badly, to take her up on her offer, but how stupid and immature would it look if I couldn’t even call the man? He’d had his face buried between my thighs several times that night, it should be no thing to ask him about a stupid plant.
I closed my eyes and bit the bullet. “No, that’s okay,” I told her. “Go ahead and text me his number, and I can ask him.”
“Okay,” she agreed brightly. “I’ll send it as soon as we hang up.”
Five seconds later, my phone lit up with an incoming text of Grayson Lewis’ number, and I typed out a text, butterflies fluttering around in the pit of my stomach.
But I ignored those.
Me:Hi Grayson. This is Molly Cavanaugh. Mystic gave me ur number. Hope u don’t mind
After I hit sent, I felt stupid for including my last name. Granted, it was possible for him to know more than one Molly but including Mystic’s name in the text should have been clarification enough.
Unknown:Not at all.
That’s it? That’s all? No wondering why I was calling? I quickly programmed his number in my phone before firing off another text, explaining why I reached out to him.
Me:Quick question?
Grayson:Shoot
Me:Does Rowan have any special attachments 2 any of her houseplants?
My phone started ringing, and I was surprised to see it was Grayson. I answer though because, well, I wasn’t a complete tool, even though the man had a huge dick. “Hey, Grayson.”
“Hey, Molly,” he returned. “I hope you don’t mind, but I decided to call you because…well, that’s a weird fucking question.”
I laughed, easing the tension in my chest. I quickly told him what happened, explaining why I was reaching out to him. “I just wanted to make sure I can replace it with the same thing.”
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned, very much like Mystic had sounded.
“I think my ankle might be little worse for wear, but I’m going to put ice on it as soon as I get my ass off the floor.”
“You’re still lying on the floor?” he asked incredulously.
“From laziness,” I assured him quickly. “Not injury.”
I could hear him sigh over the phone. “Look, Rowan doesn’t have any special attachments to plants other than she just likes them. Shoot me a picture and I’ll grab a replacement.”
“No,” I quickly rushed out. “Grayson, you don’t have-”
“Send me the picture, Molly,” he said, cutting me off. “And get ice on that damn ankle. I’ll see you in a few.”
Well, hell.
Chapter 20
Grayson~
I’d be lying if I said my heart wasn’t beating a little bit faster than normal as I rang the doorbell to Lorcan and Rowan’s condo. Though, calling it a condo was like referring to The Hope Diamond as just jewelry. The place was huge, classy, and showcased just how wealthy Lorcan Cavanaugh was to own such a property in Chicago.
Adjusting the plant in my arm, I was about to ring the doorbell again, when the door swung open, a beautiful, yet ruffled-looking Molly Cavanaugh on the other side. Those grey eyes of her sending an electric shock straight to my dick.
But I wasn’t here for that.
