Ace’s POV
“If you don’t stop spinning that knife, Ace, I’m going to melt it into a very expensive paperweight.”
I didn’t even look up from the kitchen island, giving the silver blade one more effortless flick and watching it blur into a shimmering disc of light before I caught it by the tip and set it flat on the marble. “You’re awfully grumpy for a man who just spent eight hours as part of a human space-heater, Grey. Where’s the gratitude?”
Greyson didn’t answer, occupied at the high-end espresso machine with his back to me. He’d showered and changed into a fresh charcoal suit, but he was missing both the tie and the vest, his equivalent of being half-naked.
“The gratitude is currently being expressed by the fact that I haven’t evicted you from my wing of the house,” Greyson rumbled o
