Grayson
GRAYSON
were you at my house this morning?
KIERAN ASHFORD
no, why? Were there puck bunnies?
GRAYSON
no, and why the hell would that come to mind from that question?
KIERAN ASHFORD
they follow me
GRAYSON
right. Did my food follow you too? Because I seem to be missing two-thirds of my pantry
I checked the Ring cam footage
you know you earn enough money to open your own grocery store right?
KIERAN ASHFORD
yes I’m quite fond of my bank account
GRAYSON
That’s great
so tell me why you went to my house, filled up bags of my food, and took it homewith you?
hello???
do you need directions to your nearest grocery store?
KIERAN ASHFORD
I plead the fifth
“No?”
“Absolutely not! And you’re delusional to think I’d ever say yes. What do you think I am, a glorified prostitute? All power to those in the profession but I am not some puck bunny you can pay off to be seen on your arm like a piece of meat!”
I jump up at seeing the flash of anger and surprising hurt in her gaze. “Bella, it’s not like that.”
“No? Then what is it like, Grayson?”
Hearing my name tumble from her lips, even in anger, does something to my chest. It loosens a knot I didn’t even know was there and that frightens me, but not as much as seeing the rage in her eyes.
But I’m stumped on what to say. “I don’t know what it would look like. Lucy just brought up the idea to me.”
She scoffs. “I’d apologize for being unprofessional but clearly professionalism has been thrown out the door!” She spins, leaving the groceries on the counter as she snatches her bag and rushes down the hallway.
“Go after her!” Lucy snaps.
