30
BLAINE
Either Grey ignored my presence, or he had been too wrapped up in his conversation with Lily that he didn’t notice me standing in his home office’s open doorway.
He’d had her on speakerphone while he tipped back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head—facing the far wall.
And I’d heard every word.
I wanted what both of them did—my damn heart settled on it.
Quietly, I crept back upstairs to my bedroom, bypassing the bathroom I’d occupied up until ten minutes earlier.
I’d gone downstairs wrapped in my towel, needing food—and maybe a bit more.
Grey and I had slept most of the day, but he’d been up and out of the bed before I woke. We ate dinner together, no weirdness occurred between us except for a few heated glances. Unsure how to make a move or if he would even want a
