Grayson
"So... she gets to call you Grayson, huh?" My father slid on the kitchen counter beside me.
He'd ditched his suit for shorts and a plain T-shirt that made him look years younger. We could've passed for brothers.
Or maybe it was the smile he couldn't seem to keep off of his face ever since we'd landed.
Asher handed him a beer. He took it without taking his eyes off of me. He wasn't letting this go. Not that I wanted him to. With Elaine, I wanted to scream everything I felt on the tree tops. If only she were ready to hear it.
"Sometimes." I grunted, taking a sip.
Both of them groaned.
"That's so not an answer, Adi boy," Asher rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, at least tell us how often 'sometimes' is," Dad pressed, a grin tugging at his mouth. "If I'm going to have to give up my name
