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I head to work and fall asleep during a presentation one of the junior marketing executives is giving, and Grayson pulls me into his office after, shutting the door behind me.
“What’s going on with you?” he asks.
“I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I didn’t sleep last night.”
Grayson frowns. “Well, go home, old man,” he teases, and I glare at him.
“I want to work,” I say.
“More like you’re afraid to go home,” Grayson drawls.
I groan. “How do you know that?”
“I’ve been friends with you long enough to know something’s up,” Grayson says. “Is it still that pretty young nanny?”
“I did something stupid, Grayson,” I admit.
He just looks at me. “That’s not really like you.”
“I don’t know what’s like me anymore,” I grumble.
I’m not much for talking about my personal life, even with my best friends, but Grayson is a good friend, and I needsomeoneto talk to since I can’t talk to Kenna.
Grayson sits down in his desk chair and I plop down on the chair. I spill out everything about the weekend and what Eli had done this morning.
“You need a drink,” he points out, and I bark out a laugh.
“Maybe I do,” I mutter.
“Call your nanny and tell her you’ll be home late,” he says, but I shake my head.
“I can’t talk to her.”
“Pussy,” Grayson taunts. “You’ve got to work with her, right? No matter what happens between you, you can’t take her away from those kids.”
I sigh. “I guess you’re right, but I’m not ready.”
Grayson runs a hand through his hair and picks up his phone, texting someone.
“I told Lilian that we’re day-drinking. We’re taking the afternoon off and we’re going to the Dive,” my friend says firmly.
* * *
The Dive isnear-empty other than the barflies that are permanent fixtures on the stools.
It takes me two drinks before I can even talk about Kenna.
“Do you love her?” Grayson asks me, looking right at me.
I swallow hard, my words catching in my throat.
“I don’t know,” I admit. I know that I’m close. I know that losing my heart is a real possibility and I never thought this would happen for me again, but I don’t know if I can say it.
“Don’t you?” Grayson asks softly.
“Fuck,” I curse, looking down at my drink. “I didn’t know it could happen for me again, Grayson.”
“But it did,” he points out, and I look back up at him.
