Grey sets a mug of tea in front of me and then shoves some milk and a sugar pot across the counter. “Help yourself.”
“Thank you.” I curl my fingers around the mug, feeling it warm my fingers. “Are you and Reuben still sleeping together?”
Grey chokes on the sip of tea he just took. “Fuck,no,” he splutters.
“Why not? He’s an excellent shag. The best I’ve ever had.”
“Well, I know, but Caleb is equally good and comes without the teeny complication of a husband.”
I wave my hand. “In name only.”
“Tell that to the chain Reuben wears every day,” he returns sharply.
I shake my head. “I still can’t believe I got him to marry me.”
His lip twitches. “How did you? He was allergic to even the word marriage before he met you.”
“Ah, it was a vat of Moscow Mules and all my wiles.”
He chuckles, but then his smile fades. “We’ve known each other since we were ten, you know.”
My fingers tighten on the mug. “Not really. The first and only time I met you, you were naked. I didn’t get any other details.”
He winces. “Not the greatest moment in history.”
“Not even in the top one hundred, I agree.”
“We were only ever friends who fucked if we didn’t have anything else going on.”
I’m not surprised by that now I’ve seen them together outside that hotel room. Their vibe is more friendly and snarky than loverlike.
“And when we stopped fucking, we went back to being friends so easily, we knew that friends was the way we were meant to be.”
“Why did you stop?”
“He married you.”
I stare at him. “I thought you were joking about that.”
He blinks. “No, of course not. Reuben is alarmingly old-fashioned sometimes. He’s married, so he wouldn’t touch another man.”
It takes me a few seconds, and then I sit up straight, shock racing through me like a lightning strike. “Surely you’re not going to tell me he hasn’t had anyone else since we got married?”
He shrugs, and I know the answer before he speaks. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
I stand up agitatedly. “But that’sridiculous.”
“Not to Reuben. You must know he loves you.”
“I know that now, but I’m pretty sure he wasn’t very fond of me for five years. I devoted a large portion of that time to fucking him over.”
Humour shades his face for a second before it turns very sad. “He’s been in love with you since the moment he met you.”
I slump into my stool. “No way. I was just a shag and a distraction.”
“I’m absolutely sure you were both of those things, but you’re also bright, beautiful, and excessively clever and snarky. No wonder he fell so hard as soon as he met you.”
“You don’t know me.”
