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He shifts an inch, then freezes. I glance down, just as he curses and pushes up to his knees.
What is it? I ask as I sit up.
Someone is at the door. He steps off the bed.
I quickly scoot to the edge, grabbing my hearing aids from the charger. I tug on my pajama pants and a random sweater, then head for the door.
“Wait for me.” Greyson slides his leg into his jeans.
“Grey, it’s fine. It’s probably my sister.” I wave him off and trot down the stairs.
The pounding comes again, so I rush over, yanking open the door. I didn’t know what time it was, but I knew we had slept in. I squint as I take in my brother and Easton standing in their uniforms on my front porch.
“Adam?” I pull open the door. “What are y’all doing here. Everything ok?”
His face is neutral, but he steps past me, and Easton follows. Both were unusually quiet. Adam glances around the room, then faces me.
“Is Grey here?” He asks.
“I’m right here.” Greyson comes down the stairs, tugging a t-shirt over his head.
“What’s going on?” He asks.
“Why don’t you sit down, Tilly.” Easton motions to the dining table.
I take a seat, my eyes darting to the side when I remember what Greyson did to me in this exact spot last night.
They both pick a seat at the table, and Greyson comes up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my tense muscles.
“What’s going on? Is it dad?” My heart starts to race.
Why were they being so quiet? Was something wrong?
“Tills.” Adam glances at Easton.
“What?!” I screech.
Greyson squeezes my shoulder lightly. “Give him a minute, baby.”
Adam locks eyes with me and my heart clenches.
“Blaine McKnight was found dead in his condo this morning.”
And just when I thought it was all coming together, everything fell apart.
Chapter 41
Greyson
What. The. Fuck.
Tilly gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.
“What? What happened?”
“He didn’t show up for a golf tournament, so his colleague went to check on him.” Adam places his forearms on the table. “I have a buddy in Denver who was on scene. He knew you two had been together and he gave me a courtesy call.”
“How did…” she hesitates. “How?”
