Michael glanced at Grayson as they walked along the narrow path leading behind the packhouse. “Yeah, he’s got a granddaughter,” Michael said, breaking the silence. “She came in last night. Drove in herself.”
Grayson’s brow furrowed. “I never knew that,” he muttered, his tone flat as he continued walking.
Michael quickened his pace to keep up with him. “Man, you need to see her,” he said with a grin. “She’s really pretty.”
“I don’t need to see anyone,” Grayson replied, irritation edging his voice.
“Alright, alright,” Michael said quickly, holding up his hands. “Honestly, I don’t even know if you’re into women anymore.”
Grayson stopped and turned, his stare sharp enough to cut. “Of course I am,” he said, his tone clipped before he turned again and kept walking.
Michael chuckled under h
