Page 189 of Breaking Point
She all but rolls her eyes, moving the curtain aside so I can see her fully. “He doesn’t think it’s fake, not by the way he stares at you,” she blatantly drawls. Her smile stretches as she looks past my shoulder, her hand lifting in a wave. “Take care of her and make sure she has fun!”
“Scout’s honor,” Grayson calls back.
I stomp back to the front door. This is ridiculous talking through a window. I open it to my mom’s frown and Charlotte’s head rearing back from looking through the other window.
“Busybodies,” I mutter under my breath before pulling my mom in for another hug. “I love you. Get your gossip from reality TV and not my life.”
My mom ignores that last part. “I love you more. Have fun, my love.”
“I’ll try,” I whisper.
“You’re going to make that poor boy freeze!” Charlotte scolds.
My mom’s smile is warm as she ushers me out the door again. “I’ll be fine, stop stressing. Charlotte will take care of me. I love you, now go!”
The door closes, the lock flicking into place, the sound accompanied by soft chuckles.
Taking the hint, I turn and make my way down the driveway, shoving aside my worry in favor of latching onto the excitement at seeing Grayson. He walks up the driveway to meet me halfway, his hand outstretched to grab my luggage.
I stop and eye him curiously.
“What?”
“You weren’t a Scout, were you?”
He smirks. “You’re going to have to take me on a date to learn that information, Blaze.”
“I’ve cleaned your dirty laundry. Surely that counts forsomething,” I declare, hopping into the passenger seat and noting that he put the seat warmer on for me.
“Hmm, doesn’t count. I need to be wined and dined.”
I burst out laughing. “And what does wined and dined look like to you?”
He jumps in the driver’s seat, pulling away from the curb with a devilish smirk. “Spending time with you.”
“That’s a bit lackluster.”
“Not from where I’m sitting.”
The heat that fills my veins is like an inferno. I have to look out the window so he doesn’t see the blush creeping across my cheeks.
This man and his words.
They’re going to be my undoing.
Kieran raises his hands in surrender, walking backwards through the hotel entrance. “I’m just saying that if it were me, I’d have said yes to the date.”
“Then date yourself,” Grayson mutters.
“She’s in Germany, lover boy. Of course she’s going to say no.”
Kieran has been nonstop talking about Layla for the entirety of the plane rideandthe drive to the hotel. Layla is going to have a fit when she finds out.
He clutches his chest like he’s in pain. “Why can’t you put in a good word for me?”
“Maybe because you’re a man whore?”
Asher walks past, his head thrown back on a deep belly laugh. “You can’t even argue with her on it.”
