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David paced the marble entryway as he waited for Greyson. Mya’s voice floated from a room above, blanketing him with a calm he shouldn’t feel, not with Remy MIA. She thought they were here to help Jenna redecorate, but David needed to talk to Greyson . . . if he’d hurry the bloody hell up.
David rolled his eyes as giggles echoed along the marble. Jenna was head over heels for Greyson, her giggling a side effect of that ailment. God, had he ever been so ridiculously in love like that? Then he heard Mya laugh and his question was answered. Yes, and still ailing.
“Greyson!” David barked.
His brother wandered from the room above, peering over the railing. “What?”
“Did you forget that I was waiting?”
“No, I just don’t care that you’re waiting.”
“Very funny. Get your ass down here. I n
