I know he’s talking to both of us, but he is solely focused on me the entire time. Tingles race down my spine.
No. I can’t have tingly feelings for Grayson. I can’t. Just no.
All three of Hadley’s men, Brooks, Austin, and Conrad, make their way into the house. The way they all stare in awe at my best friend makes my heart squeeze in my chest.
They all clearly love her just as much as she loves them, even if they haven’t told each other yet.
“Oh my god, you all are too freaking cute,” I tell them.
“As much fun as it is seeing all three of you fawn over my little sister and swap spit with her, I think it’s time for me to go,” Grayson grumbles, making his way to the door.
“Okay. Sienna, why don’t you ride with us?” Hadley says, turning to look at me.
“It’s fine. I’ll just drive myself.”
“What if you want to have a few drinks tonight?” she asks.
I open my mouth to tell her I’ll be fine, but Grayson’s voice stops me.
“I can give you a ride. I can’t drink anyway because I’m on shift in the morning.”
My eyes swivel between Hadley and Grayson.
“Unless you want to see a live orgy, I suggest coming with me,” Grayson says, holding the door open.
“Grayson,” Hadley screeches.
I could drive myself, but I really did want to have a glass or two of wine tonight at the annual Aspen Springs Charity Gala. With a huff, I mutter, “Fine. I’m going to need a stronger drink than wine to tolerate this drive, though.”
I don’t think he heard me. When we reach his truck, he holds the passenger door open for me. I cross my arms, staring up at him.
He sighs like I’m making his life unbearable. “Just get in the truck, Sienna. I know you’re a fierce, independent badass. Getting a ride to a gala doesn’t change that.”
His words render me speechless, so I have no choice but to slide my hand into his offered one and make my way into the truck.
Sometimes it’s really hard to keep hating him.
CHAPTER TWO
Grayson
My hand slidesdown over my face as I round my truck. This woman drives me crazy. It’s the good kind of crazy, but it’s also the kind that makes you want to rip your own eyeballs out of their sockets.
Climbing behind the wheel, I glance around the cab of the truck. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be riding with me tonight, but I don’t know why I’m worried. I always keep my truck clean.
I guess it’s a habit I’ve picked up after keeping the firetruck squeaky clean for so many years. Now, as the fire captain, I have to keep the whole firehouse in prime condition.
Who am I kidding, though? I’ve always been like this.A bit of a control freak, like Sienna told me in an airport bar a few years ago.
I find myself waiting for one of her sassy comments, I’ve become accustomed to over the past few years. Her feistiness toward me has become the default since that day in her grandma’s yard when we both discovered who we actually slept with in Nashville.
The same day when I found a tiny glimmer of hope in discovering the woman I hadn’t been able to get out of myhead. Only to have it snuffed out when she dismissed the entire situation and stomped away.
Now I’ve grown accustomed to her barbed commentary anytime we’re around one another. It’s turning into a sort of game between us.
Even my sister’s presence since she moved back to Aspen Springs a few months ago has done little to dissipate the tension between me and Sienna. Which is why her silence right now is freaking me out.
“Are you okay over there?” I ask, side-eyeing her as I start to drive up the street.
