27
LUKE
When I pulled up to Lara’s house, the last thing I expected to see was Grayson strutting out to his car with a goddamn smile on his face. His grin only got wider as I jerked my motorcycle into the driveway. Anger coursed through my veins; the need to punch that look off his face, growing by the minute.
Ripping off my helmet, I glared at him. “What the f**k are you doing here?”
He shrugged. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I came here to see a friend.”
“Bullshit,” I growled, storming over to him. “Don’t you think you’ve made a big enough fool of yourself? You lied to her and she knows it.”
“And I explained myself to her. I just wanted her to know I missed her, and she needs to come back to the tavern.” He stepped forward, his smile fading. “Because we all know that if
