Page 104 of Well That Happened

Attached is another file with the name Grayson Alexander Cole.

My entire spine goes straight.

I blink. Stare at the screen. Then slowly glance up—

Grayson’s watching me.

Not smiling. Just heat. Controlled but unmistakable.

I whip back to Caleb, whose face is also unreadable.

Hunter, still sitting tensely near the door, narrows his eyes. “What’s so interesting?”

“NOTHING,” I blurt, way too fast.

Everyone stares at me.

I cough. “Just… looking at the weather.”

“The weather’s texting you?” Hunter mutters, unconvinced.

I shove my phone under a pillow and will my heartbeat to calm the hell down.

Yeah. This trip is going to be a whole thing.

Hunter stands up abruptly, grabbing his keys off the dresser. “I’m starving. The hotel restaurant’s gonna be a zoo with half the team rolling in. Pizza anyone?”

Caleb hops off the bed. “I’ll go with you.”

Grayson glances over from where he’s leaned against the window, arms still folded. “I’ll stay. Look after Rilee.”

The way he says it—casual, but heavy. Like he already knows I’m seconds away from melting down.

Something low and needy uncurls in my belly.

“Pepperoni and mushrooms?” I manage.

Caleb nods, grinning. “Extra cheese?”

“Surprise me,” I manage.

Hunter still looks annoyed—because of course he does—but he grabs his jacket and mutters, “Be back soon.”

The door closes behind them.

Silence falls.

Grayson straightens from the window, pushing off the sill. The look in his eyes is quiet, unreadable, and devastating.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Don’t read too much into that text.”

I blink. “Oh.”

“I got tested because it’s routine for the team,” he says, crossing the room toward me. “It was time. And Caleb asked. That’s all. There’s exactly zero pressure.”

But there’s tension in his shoulders, like he’s bracing for me to pull back.

I cross the room and kiss him.

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