Callie
Grayson didn’t move at first.
He just stood there, in the shade beside the house
My pulse was still erratic from Jude’s visit. From his voice, from his words, from the way every memory I didn’t want came rushing back the second I saw him.
“You want to tell me what that was?” Grayson’s tone was calm.
I wrapped my arms around myself, glancing towards the driveway where Jude’s car had disappeared. “It was nothing.”
His brow lifted slightly. “That didn’t look like nothing.”
“I can handle it.” The words left my mouth sharper than I meant but I needed the hold. If I didn’t have it, I would crumble.
Grayson stepped closer, his figure towering over me “Handle it? You were cornered against the house.”
I looked away, focusing on the siding, on the tiny imperfections in the paint. “
