Page 48 of Breaking Point
I don’t remember the Tooth Fairy forgetting me???
MOM
exactly ;)
because you were so excited about getting twenty dollars you forgot
I still feel guilty for that one though
Iknow I’ve stepped into something I shouldn’t have when all sets of eyes turn to me with mixed expressions. Lucy looks like she caught a canary and is boasting, the man that oddly looks similar to Grayson appears to be shocked, and Grayson…
Grayson takes a deep pull of airand smiles at me.
The smile is so full of relief I wonder if my presence is saving him from a conversation he doesn’t want to have.
I give them all a small smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just put these down and go.”
“No!” Grayson blurts out, at the same time Lucy comes toward me.
“Actually, we need you for a moment if that’s all right.”
“Uh, okay?”
It isn’t until Lucy is beside me does she finally clock the groceries. Frowning, she quickly turns to face Grayson. “Why is she grocery shopping?”
He mirrors her frown. “I don’t know. You can ask her yourself though.”
Lucy spins back to me, her eyes boring into mine. “Why are you grocery shopping?”
“Because Grayson needs to eat.” I feel like my tone says that’s obvious.
“Yes, of course he does but his chefs do the…” Her voice trails off as her eyes narrow. Spinning on her heel, she walks over to Grayson and clips him on the back of the head. The man on the couch and I gasp in unison as she scolds, “Stop firing the chefs I hire for you!”
“I wouldn’t have to continually fire them if you stopped hiring them. I told you to stop, Lucy,” Grayson snaps back, rubbing the back of his head with a wince.
“But you need to eat!”
“I’m a grown man. I’m very capable of taking care of dietary requirements.”
She huffs and pins that no-nonsense glare on the guy who I’m wondering is Grayson’s brother. “What has he been eating recently?”
He crumbles under Lucy’s death glare. “Takeout,” he blurts.
“Kieran!” Grayson scolds.
Ah. The best friend I’ve been warned to stay away from. Not related then.
“What?” he asks, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “She’s scary! She can inflict physical harm!”
Grayson rolls his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Lucy, don’t push me. Not after the bomb you just dropped.”
Lucy waves him off. “Fine, we’ll discuss this later.”
Guilt gnaws its way through me. I did this to make his life easier, not more difficult.
Biting my lower lip, I peer over at Grayson, trying to get a read on him and the situation I’ve walked into, but he doesn’t appear to be frustrated, not in the slightest. He looks from me to the groceries and then he smiles. A small, timid smile paired with a faint blush but a smile nonetheless that has his lone dimple winking at me.
“Am I still needed?”
