Alexander
Grayson and I talked at length. The afternoon sun told the time as it slipped across the bright, clear sky.
He kept stealing glances out the window, and I became quite sure he was lusting after the forest, wishing he could get outside and go for a run through the trees.
Too bad we had more important things to do today. A long, hard run in the woods on crisp, cool day sounded amazing. But we had many, many details to discuss for this, the single most important plan I’d ever devise in my life.
Too soon, a text from Fiona reminded me it was nearing time for our dinner date with the visiting couples. Grayson and I wrapped up our work and walked together back to the dining room to reunite with our wives. He and I would resume our work later, looping in our Betas and finalizing bat
