Red: I keep thinking about what you said. About Friday. I don't know if I can wait that long. Call me when you can. If we can't meet at least I'll get to hear your voice.
Heat shot through him. He typed back quickly.
Sir: I will call within the next two hours. Be ready.
Nate was watching him with knowing eyes. "The mystery woman?"
"None of your business."
"Right." Nate's smile held no humor. "At least you’re not pining for Morgan."
Grayson's phone buzzed again.
Red: I can't wait.
His pulse kicked up. Phone s*x with Red while imagining those green eyes, that red hair spread across his pillows.
Wait.
Green eyes. Like... Joy's.
No. Joy's hair was brown. Plain, mousy brown.
Grayson's thoughts stuttered to a halt.
Joy's eyes were green. He'd seen them a hundred times across confere
