Grayson
"A roller skating rink?" Asher slammed his hands on my office desk. "There is no way that was a bloody guess." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Spill, mate."
Well, at least he'd waited until morning and I was out of the cabin to confront me about last night and my weird behavior. It didn't mean I wanted to be a willing participant in this conversation, though.
After a sleepless night spent cursing myself over my actions, realising how wrong I'd been, I didn't think I had the capacity to conversate. Especially not with my brother who'd do his damnedest to get on my every nerve.
"There is nothing to spill." I stared at my coffee that had probably gone cold by now. Melanie would have something to say about that.
Asher straightened, brows arched. "Then you won't mind if I ask her ou
