[Thad’s POV]
When I hang up my phone, I head back inside to find that Brielle looks more relaxed and even a little tipsy. She smiles politely as Grayson continues to feed her drinks.
Frowning, I take a seat and reach out, taking the most recent drink given and downing it in one gulp.
“If you wanted a drink, you could have said so,” Grayson points out in amusement. “There is plenty to go around.”
“Sorry,” I chuckle, holding out my glass. “I was thirsty.”
As he pours me another drink, I feel Mr. Rogers eyes on me, and to my surprise, I see appreciation in them.
I didn’t do this for you. I grumble inwardly, downing another drink. Don’t look at me like that, especially when you could have done this yourself if you were worried.
Downing my second drink, I lean forward, keeping my gaze fi
