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“Grant?” I whispered softly as I woke up.
I stretched out my body and yawned. Man, how long had I been out? I checked the time and groaned. We’d lost the whole afternoon. Not that I was complaining. s*x with Grant was awesome. My body was already sore from our escapades…or sexcapades as Cheyenne liked to call them.
I heard voices downstairs and figured he must have gone to talk to Vin or work on his music.
Reaching over the side of the bed, I found my clothes, slipped into my yoga pants and an oversized T-shirt and then padded out of the room.
“Grant!” I called again, jogging down the stairs.
I froze when I caught sight of what was going on at the bottom of the stairs. Grant and his father were in the middle of a stand off. The door was wide open, and Grant was holding his
