Page 61 of Grand Love

“Of course! You’ll love it here.”

“I hope so.”

I leave Logan’s office with a spring in my step, feeling like I might’ve just found something that will bring me that little bit closer to me again. I’ve missed the buzz that comes from being in this environment.

Logan told me to stick around and to get familiar with the place, which I happily obliged. I go to the changing rooms and internally scream at the over-the-top décor.

It’s more of a boutique hotel than a gym.

Cubicles with changing and shower facilities line the room, each one kitted out with the most beautiful bathroom suite. Skin and hair care products line the walls along with fresh fluffy towels. I have no doubt in my mind that Gemma played a massive part in designing this place, and when I spot the hairdryer and straighteners, it only confirms my thoughts.

I change quickly and use the lockers for my things. Jogging up the steps, I step into the gym and take my time, working on every piece of equipment until sweat is running off me and I feel the weight of the world slipping from my shoulders.

I’ve missed this.

* * *

“I’m not going,”Lucy huffs, pulling the dress over her head and throwing it to the ground.

“Stop being a queen. There must be something here,” Megan tells her.

“It’s alright for you! You look like a Greek goddess with your tanned skin and silky hair. I have roots, my skin’s looking all grey, and I have nothing to wear!”

“First world problems.” Scarlet chuckles, elbowing me as I put another coat of mascara on.

“Luce, you look beautiful. What was wrong with the red dress?” I ask, trying to console her in her meltdown. We’ve all been there.

“Too booby.”

“Miller wouldn’t mind.” Megan grins.

“I’m not going,” she reiterates.

It’s Elliot’s birthday tonight but Lucy has a date with Miller. We all know he isn’t the one—hell, I think even Luce knows that. But she always sticks it out, giving them a fighting chance before she cuts them loose.

“Suits me.” I shrug, putting my makeup back into my bag. “We could get takeaway and chill?” I ask hopefully. I’ve been dreading tonight all week. The idea of going out with Mason and the gang seems petrifying. It’s all too much too soon.

“You’re going.” Megan points at me. “We are all going! Lucy, get dressed, you look incredible in whatever you wear and Nina…” She looks over at me, guilt in her eyes. “Have another drink.”

I get up and pour myself another vodka, adding far more than necessary.

Here goes nothing.

* * *

Mase

“She’s pissed,”I bite out, draining the last of my whiskey as I lean back in my seat.

“Might just be the heels, mate,” says Lance, shrugging his shoulders when I glare at him as if he doesn’t really have a clue.

The girls just arrived sans Lucy–much to Elliot’s annoyance. They laugh their way over to us and I don’t miss Megan’s arm that’s wrapped tightly around Nina’s waist as she wobbles on her heels.

My palms itch to take her from Megan’s arms as they reach the table.

She looks around at us, scrunching her nose up and smiling. “Hey, my boys!”

“You’re pissed.” Lance laughs out loud, standing first to kiss her cheek.

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