I suppose this has to do with that rumored orgy party in your yard?
Which, by the way, your publicist is pissed about.
I’ll interview candidates this week.
An orgy?
Fuck, I don’t remember that, let alone participating in one. I may be drinking myself into oblivion, but I’m notthatfar gone.
I need to stop letting random people in my house.
Kieran clicks his fingers in front of my face, trying to snag my attention. “Why are you acting so nonchalant right now?”
“Because it doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it fucking matters.”
I deadpan, “Look who isn’t letting me burn my world to the ground anymore.”
Kieran frowns, a lone drop of water gliding down his cheeks from his wet black hair.
Did he take a shower in my bathroom again? We really need to work on boundaries.
Kieran is my best friend. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for the man, but he uses up all my products and leaves his wet towels everywhere.
Shifting my gaze, I find him gaping at me. We’ve passed as twins in the league despite no blood relation. It surprisingly helps along the ice because it confuses our opponents…or it did before I fucked up so thoroughly that I now continue to get benched or spend the majority of my time in the sin bin before being fouled out.
Coach was right to tell me to take last season off, and I know he’s right again now in revoking my captaincy.
“Grayson, stop cleaning and talk.”
“I’m all talked out,” I admit, the evidence of my exhaustionlaced in my words. “I don’t want the responsibility anymore. I don’t want to be held responsible for anyone.”
Myself included.
Something passes across his blue eyes, similar to mine, yet the emotion is there and gone before I can clock it. If I’m honest with myself, I don’t want to know what it was.
I want to sleep…if my brain will allow me.
Without another word, I leave the kitchen, not caring if he sticks around or not. His voice rings out behind me.
“I think it’s time to pull you back from the ledge you’ve been dancing on.”
Sighing deeply, I turn to him, looking at a spot beside his head because I can’t look him in the eye as I whisper, “Don’t.”
“Fine, what do you need right now?”
“Sleep.”
He settles back onto the couch, pressing play onGilmore Girlsagain. “I’ll be down here when you realize you can’t.”
Under my breath, I curse him out using every name in the book. Unfortunately, I know he’s right, and I fear my mind will never let me sleep peacefully ever again.
Chapter 3
Bella
LAYLA
