Page 42 of Divorced from Number Thirty-Eight
More book fodder.
More fantasy world.
Because Gray’s come close too.
And though he doesn’t snake his arm around me, he does settle his palm on the base of my spine.
“Faye is going to rest now,” he says. “Go away.”
Kailey’s lips twitch but she doesn’t speak.
Nope, that honor is given to the woman behind her, a pretty brunette with a great smile and gorgeous gray eyes. “I’m Luna. You met Kailey and that big brute?—”
“Hey!” Smitty protests.
My lips twitch when Luna goes on, unperturbed, hitching her head over her shoulder at a gorgeous man with green eyes behind her. “My husband, Aiden.” Another hitch toward another woman, or girl, really. She’s in her late teens, at most, though her eyes put her as much older. As though she’s seen far more than someone of her age should have seen. “That’s Bri. And those two goofballs?—”
More “Hey!”s—this time from the other men.
“Are Leo and Ryan,” she continues, still not missing a beat.
I have the feeling this woman is a force to be reckoned with.
Then again, the men around us seem to be their own forces of nature too.
They need someone to reckon them.
Is that proper English? I think not. But I’d go to the mat with my editor about that one.
Leo and Ryan definitely need some reckoning.
Of the feminine variety.
Gray too, I suppose, could use a woman in his life, one strong enough to go toe-to-toe with him.
I bat away the thought…and the slice of jealousy it invokes.
But before I can speak, Luna keeps talking. “All the boys play for the Grizzlies and they’re all”—a deliberate look at the men—“going to head out to the cars and unload the stuff we brought for Faye.”
Gray stiffens. “I?—”
Her brows go up.
He sighs. “Fine,” he mutters, fingers stroking lightly over the base of my spine. “Make yourself at home,” he tells me. “I’ll be right back.”
Then he’s following the others out the door and off the porch.
While I’m standing, staring after him, wondering how much stuff these women I’ve only just met have brought and how the hell I’m going to repay them for their kindness.
And trying to ignore the fact that they’ll be in line behind Gray.
Because he’s already done so much…like saving my life.
“They really do have nice asses, don’t they?” Luna says on a sigh, looping her arm through mine and resting her head against my shoulder for a moment.
“Luna!” Kailey says, exasperated.
“Ew,” the girl mutters.
