Play It Safe(98)

It must be said, I was Lash’s fake girlfriend for years and I never fought with him.

And I thought at that juncture Gray should know that.

“You know, I was Lash’s fake girlfriend for years and I never fought with him. Three days into living with you, we’re at it.”

Gray snapped his mouth shut, his jaw flexed, his eyes flashed then a muscle jumped in his cheek. Watching it I realized what I just said and that, even though Lash was g*y, he’d had me for nearly the entire seven years Gray did not including four years of that in his bed.

And I knew Gray felt that, deeply.

Therefore, I was a total idiot.

Shit.

My mind was working through ways to make things right and/or apologize when Gray surged out of his seat, rounded the corner of the table and pulled me out of mine into his arms.

I was bracing, considering I thought this odd and had no clue where it was going when I felt his body shaking and I was tipping my head back to look up at him when he burst out laughing.

I blinked.

Still laughing, he dipped his chin and looked at me.

“Glad to hear you got on so well with your fake boyfriend.”

He wasn’t mad.

Still.

“That was a shit thing to say, Gray, and I shouldn’t have said it,” I said quietly.

“It true?” he asked.

“Well, yeah,” I answered.

“Were you pissed?”

“Well, uh…yeah.”

“Ivey, honey, I could let myself go down the path of envy about the time that guy had with you and let that shit fester in my gut until it becomes bitter and leaks out to you. Instead, I’ve decided to be pleased as f**k you found a decent man to look out for you when I wasn’t around to do it. You guys got along, way I see it, it’s like gettin’ along with your best girlfriend. I know he’s a guy and, lookin’ at him, first instinct is to stake my claim. But he’s not about that and I gotta learn that because with you comes him.”

Now I remembered why I loved Gray.

He wasn’t done.

“Furthermore, if you actually were f**kin’ him, you’d argue. No doubt about it. Since you’re f**kin’ me, dollface, get ready because we can’t have what we have in bed without some of that passion leaking out into life. You have opinions, I will too, they clash, we’ll battle our corners. Just as long as we go to bed in the same bed every night and eventually find a way to sort our shit, we’ll be good.”

“But, we didn’t fight before, Gray,” I whispered.

His face softened with understanding before his equally soft voice replied, “First, seven years ago, you were findin’ your way to you. Now you’ve found you. The badass showgirl is out.” He grinned and gave me a squeeze. “And second, we lucked out. You had so much other shit goin’ on, that took focus so we didn’t have anything to fight about. My uncles were ass**les back then and if we didn’t see eye-to-eye about how to deal with them, I hope you were or eventually would be in a place to tell me what was on your mind even if I didn’t agree with it and it ended with us having words.”

Yeah, I remembered why I loved Gray.

“Okay,” I said softly and his face dipped closer, turning serious.

“You’re home, Ivey. You’re safe here to do what you want, eat what you want to eat, be who you wanna be and you’re safe with me. Always. To do all that, you gotta just be you and feel free to speak your mind.”

Yep, totally remembered why I loved Gray.

“So, are you cool with me going to The Alibi?” I asked.

He grinned and I got another squeeze.

But he answered, “No.”

I was relaxing into him but at his word, I tensed.

He kept talking.

“But I can’t tie you to the fencepost so you do what you gotta do. Now, I say that knowin’ that they are no way in hell gonna give you ninety K, not a one of them. So it’s a waste of your time but you don’t mind wastin’ it, it’s your time, not for me to say.”

“What if I get them to give me the money?” I asked.

“They won’t.”

“Do they have it?”

“Those miserly bastards?” he asked.

“Uh…yeah,” I answered uncertainly because I didn’t know if they were miserly or not.

“They have it.”

“So…?” I trailed off.

“They won’t give you the money.”

“And if they do?”

Gray studied me.

Then he muttered, “We’ll see.”

Truly, I didn’t know if that was a win, loss or stalemate in the fight stakes. I was going to do what I wanted to do and Gray was convinced it was a fruitless effort.

So, I guessed we would see.

And thus endeth our first fight.

It wasn’t that bad and the best part about it, just like when he had an out-and-out with Grandma Miriam years ago, after it was done, it was done. We stretched out, cuddling on the couch in front of the TV. Then we stretched out not cuddling but doing other things in bed. Then after we were done with those things, we lay in bed cuddling and whispering about our days and what the next day would bring.

Then we slept and we did that cuddling too.

Chapter Thirty

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait