Heron snorted. “Pay. To give someone money to do the things you ask them to do.”
“You paid him to hang around the music hall?” Grace recalled the conversation in the Low Town bar when Heron mentioned giving Arjun a percentage of his income. “Why would you have to pay your boyfriend for that?”
“You’re the only one who calls him my boyfriend. No, sorry. Your mother also.”
“I assumed the money was for…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Already her face was turning red.
His eyebrows shot up. “Are you telling me that you really think I’m giving him thirty percent of my monthly income for s*x?”
Her face was on fire.
“Heavens, Gray. I’m not desperate. I’m a beautiful, charming man, if you hadn’t noticed. I can sleep with nearly anyone and not pay for it.”
Her lips twitched.
I had noticed
