Play It Safe(104)

“What?” I asked back, confused.

“Cecily’s friend. What’d she look like?”

“Uh, dark hair, a bit plump but it looked good on her. Shorter than me. She didn’t give me her eyes so I can’t say the color. Cecily’s age, I’d guess.”

Gray’s face grew ominously darker when he stated, “Prisc.”

“Sorry?”

“Prisc. Priscilla. Tight with Cecily. Tight for a long time. All the way back to school. Her, Courtney and Cecily, cheerleaders, the mean girls. That said, you got Prisc away from Courtney and Cecily, she could be sweet. Those other two, born pure bitch.”

“And?” I prompted when he didn’t explain why he was sharing this information.

“And, Prisc and Courtney were the ones who told everyone they saw you takin’ off with Casey.”

I closed my eyes and rested my hand in the counter.

“Like I said,” Gray kept speaking and I opened my eyes, “remember everything about you including everything that happened after I lost you. Remember that shit. Remember giving time to chewin’ on those two bein’ the two who happened to see you stealin’ away in the dead of night. It was a long time ago but when you took off with Casey, can you remember if you saw anyone?”

I shook my head. “It was a long time ago but I remember because he was freaked, saying he was being followed so I looked and I did it hard. I can feel eyes, see a tail. It had to be three, four in the morning. The square was deserted, the bar closed. No one saw us.”

“So they made that shit up.”

“Probably,” I replied

“Definitely,” Gray returned. “You felt it, life taught you to read people, situations and, dollface, like everything, you’re good at it. What I know is, from what you told me, Prisc is a decent person who found herself with shitty friends and she’s weak. It’s gone on so long, she’d rather stick with what she has than dip her toe in the pond. She couldn’t look you in the eye, there was a reason and not just that she knows Buddy’s a dick ‘cause everyone knows Buddy’s a dick. She couldn’t look you in the eye because she was in on it.”

“So she knows what they did,” I whispered.

“Likely.” Gray didn’t whisper.

“So we should go talk to her.” Now I wasn’t whispering.

He shook his head.

“No?” I asked.

“No, darlin’. First, weak or not, that shit’s whacked. That isn’t about bein’ a mean girl. She f**ked with people’s lives, their happiness. If she knew they were doin’ that to us, she shouldn’t have participated or sometime in the last seven years she shoulda opened her goddamned mouth and said something to me. I’ve known her since high school. She came clean, she knew I’d be pissed but, at least with her, I’d get over it. So, I talk to her, I might lose it and she’s not worth the emotion. Second, you talk to her, you might lose it and ditto the emotion. Third, we’ll find out what happened but that shit is not gonna get Buddy Sharp’s ass hanging out there. Nobody likes him already. They know he did that to us, they’ll just like him less and that’s no skin off his nose. Trespassing, breaking and entering, destroying property and poisoning horses will get his ass hanging out there. I doubt any of that will carry a huge jail sentence but it’s unlawful and that bank isn’t gonna keep a VP with a rap sheet in a corner office. That’s worth our energy, not Prisc.”

He was back to rational and logical if not, from the burn in his eyes, easygoing.

“People suck” I declared, Gray stared at me a second then grinned.

There it was. The easygoing. Back quick as a flash.

So Gray.

“Yeah, they do,” he agreed.

“Well, I didn’t tell you the good news and that is that your hard as nails, ex-Vegas showgirl kicked her ass verbally.”

His grin became a smile.

“Too bad I missed that.”

“I was awesome,” I bragged.

His smile became a chuckle through which he ordered, “Come here, Ivey.”

I went there and he folded his arms around me as I curled mine around him.

Then he tipped his chin down and caught my eyes.

“Know somethin’?” he asked.

“I know a lot of things, Gray, though one of them is not what you’re going to say.”

Gray grinned again then his eyes got tender (he’d dispensed with the “near to” part of that about a week and a half ago, after I mourned for the loss of the Grandma Miriam I knew and now he just always went straight to tender).

Then he said softly, “My Dad was right.”

“About what?”

“Good things come to those who wait.”

My breath clean left me at the same time my nose started stinging.

“Gray,” I whispered.

Gray wasn’t in the mood to comfort a sobbing me and I knew this when he said, “Got work to do, baby, so say you love me.”

I gave him that play.

“I love you.”

He grinned again before he dipped his head, touched his mouth to mine, doing so without cracking me with the bill of his baseball cap then he lifted his head, gave me a squeeze, turned around and walked out the backdoor of the kitchen to go off to do macho man rancher cowboy things.