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“You might find the party more fun than you expect.”
“It won’t be more fun that being home where no one asks asinine questions, and I get to fuck you.”
Mason grinned. “There’ll be time for fucking later. We could even play interviewer and interviewee.”
Gray glared at him, but he just laughed.
“Right now, though, we’re going to get out of the car and go see Toby.”
Music thumped through the house, though it wasn’t as crowded as Gray had feared. Mason settled with Matt and Toby for what looked like some kind of Xbox tournament/drinking game. Gray wandered into the kitchen and found Bryce mixing cocktails.
“Toby looks like he’s having fun.”
“As long as he can hold the high score, he will be. Not that I think he will last long since he’s probably had about four of these.” Bryce indicated the margaritas he was making.
“I’m surprised he can keep up at all.”
“It helps that the others are also drunk.”
Gray peeked around the doorframe into the living room. “Looks like Mason has the controls now, and he’s sober.”
Bryce grinned. “Toby’s in trouble, then. Mason’s an expert even when he’s drunk.”
Gray nodded. Mason seemed to have superhuman abilities when it came to gaming.
“How are you?” Bryce asked.
Gray shrugged.
“That’s about how I figured.”
“I just want to put the whole thing with Whittaker behind me, but I had to do a press conference this afternoon, and now I’m going to be on the news tomorrow. As the fucking human interest piece.”
Bryce grinned, not even trying to hide his amusement.
“It’s humiliating and no telling what kind of personal questions Miss Perky is going to ask me.”
“You’ve got a talent for answering without answering.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s what Captain Russell said.”
“I imagine Jack and Mason would agree too.”
“Asshole.”
Bryce handed him a drink. Whiskey on the rocks. At least the man knew what he liked.
“I suck at talking to people,” Gray said after downing half the liquid in one go.
“You’re not as bad at it as you think. Look what you did for Jenna.”
Gray shook his head. “That’s different.”
“Is it? You talk to suspects and victims and you’re damn good at it.”
“Are you working on a psychology degree?”
Bryce rolled his eyes. “Hardly, but I get why the department wants to focus on you instead of Andreas.”
