When they reached her home, they shifted, grabbed their clothes, and headed inside.
“He’s going to come here and confront us, don’t you think?” Grayson was ready to deal with him.
Before Grayson dressed, she checked his wounds. “He might be afraid to hassle us because there are two of us. And he has no idea what kind of fighter you are. I wish I had a video of you fighting with the wild bear.”
Grayson smiled and pulled on his boxer briefs while she dressed.
“It was scary to see you getting hurt, but you were amazing too. Your injuries are really healing up fast.”
“You were amazing too, but I was really worried about you.” Grayson glanced at his wounds. “No more bandages needed.” He grabbed his T-shirt.
She pulled it away from him and set it aside on the couch. “You do need bandages for the stitched-up wounds.” She got some out of her bathroom and applied the bandages before he finished dressing.
He poured them glasses of water, then cleaned up the dishes. “I bet that wild bear was confused when you attacked him.”
She laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure of it too. “Do you want to watch a movie? I don’t want to go to bed yet, just in case Ivan shows up.”
“Absolutely.”
They settled down on the couch together, cuddling, watching a reality challenge show where the final winner would receive a quarter million dollars, while waiting for someone to approach the house if Ivan did.
They sat through the three-hour series to the end to see who won.
“It was rigged,” Kendra said at the end.
“Yeah. I think a lot of those shows are. The wheel spins for the drama, and you’ve got a person with seven chances out of eighteen to lose, some have four chances to lose, others two, and some with one, so who loses?”
“The person with one. And it happens enough that it’s for the drama, like you just know the person everyone has voted off will lose, but then someone who wasn’t voted off at all, just lost a challenge, is the one who loses? Yeah, it’s rigged.” Kendra ran her hand through her hair. “And the words that people had to spell to win the one challenge? Knife? Adventure? I mean, all were so easy that a young kid could have spelled them, and they misspell them?”
“Right. Which means they were trying to lose on purpose so they would look like they weren’t as smart, or as capable in some of the physical activities,” Grayson said. “I watch some of those teams play reality shows sometimes, but they’re the same way. They don’t show all the time that is really spent on the activities, so you wonder if the person they say won, did.”
“Exactly. And they pick contestants who make a lot of drama. If everyone were really nice to each other, no one would want to watch them.” She turned to look at the door.
Grayson was on his feet in an instant and headed for the door.
Kendra was glad Grayson was with her and was sure Ivan would retaliate for what they had done to his truck. But she suspected that trying to talk to the hardheaded bear wouldn’t have made him change his mind without being more aggressive.
A violent pounding on the door came next, and Kendra got her taser out, just in case. She just hoped Ivan didn’t have a real gun.
Grayson yanked the door open and stared the man down. Ivan was blond, brown-eyed, and bearded, and stepped back on the porch when he saw Grayson, who appeared a lot more muscled and ready to take him down.
“You’re Ivan?” Grayson asked. He didn’t wait for an answer and stalked forward, grabbed Ivan’s arm, and hauled him into the house, to Kendra’s surprise. He forced him onto one of the recliners and towered over him, his hands on his hips.
Kendra shut her front door.
Ivan’s tanned face drained of all its color.
“I’ve had to nearly kill a wild grizzly bear, so give me a reason to deal with you in the same manner,” Grayson said.
Kendra’s heart and Ivan’s were pounding like crazy.
“I…I…” Ivan gulped, his eyes wide. He had better not pee on her chair.
“You won’t be stealing any more delivered meals on homeowners’ porches.”
“Uh…”
“You. Won’t.” Grayson practically growled the words.
