Page 59 of Combust (Everyday Heroes 2)
And then your claim on me began to slip.”
Jett groans. “You’re making him sound like a pussy.”
“A pussy?” I ask with a laugh, slightly offended. “How about you write your own damn songs then?”
Jett
stands and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “I think we need to skip this one and move to the next,” he says.
“How about you go back and leave me here to finish them. I was working fine by myself before you came.”
His eyes flash over to mine, and there’s surprise in them. “We always worked best when we were together.”
“Apparently, not anymore.”
“Dyl—”
“Good afternoon,” Grady interrupts as he waltzes into the family room in the all-blue pants and shirt that make up the Class A’s uniform he wears at the station and heads straight toward me as if Jett isn’t even in the room. Grady flashes me an unabashed grin, telling me he knows exactly what game he’s playing, before he frames my cheeks and levels me with a kiss to rival all kisses.
For a moment after his lips meet mine, I forget this is pretend. I forget that Grady is putting on a show for Jett and that last night was something that now feels like a hasty yet equally pleasurable lapse in judgment since neither of us has addressed it yet.
And even with all that, I still sink into the kiss and deflate when his lips leave mine.
I was wrong. Dead wrong. It’s impossible to separate sex and emotions. Not when a man kisses like that and looks at you as if he can’t wait to do it again.
“I’m in the room,” Jett says, annoyance singing in his voice.
“But you’re in my room, so . . .” Grady shrugs and pats me on the ass as he makes his way to the kitchen. “Everything okay? Things feel a bit tense between you two.”
He walks to the fridge, pulls out a water, and leans against the appliance as he looks from me to Jett and then back to me.
I stare at him for a moment, so clean cut and preppy compared to Jett’s all black clothes and colorful tattoos. Such a contrast, and yet it’s Grady who makes my breath catch when it used to be Jett.
“Just peachy,” Jett says and gives Grady a condescending smirk as their dislike for each other manifests in their expressions.
“You have a good time in . . . Napa, was it?”
Jett nods as he narrows his eyes and studies Grady, trying to figure out where he’s going with this line of questioning.
Grady part laughs, part says, “Good,” as he makes his way back toward me and wraps an arm around my waist, his hand possessive on my side. “Because we sure had a good time, didn’t we, babe?” He smirks at me with so much suggestion that my panties might possibly catch fire.
Grady’s being such a cocky bastard, and I’m enjoying every single moment of it.
“Dylan was telling me you’re up to speed on what you came here to accomplish. Should I assume you’ll be leaving us soon? Three’s a crowd and all.”
Jett chews the inside of his cheek as he glares at Grady. “My flight’s booked for tonight. Dylan and I have reservations for dinner at La Blanc’s, and I’ll have her drop me off at the airport on the way home.”
I snap my head to look at Jett. “I didn’t—”
“Nice try,” Grady says and shakes his head as he takes a few steps toward Jett, “but you’re going about it all wrong. It takes a lot more to impress a woman like Dylan than a high-dollar restaurant. In fact it’s way simpler than that. All it takes is a little respect, some undivided attention, and a whole lot of laughter to make a woman feel how she should. But then again, I wouldn’t expect you to know that since you think cheating is the way you treat a lady.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Jett says as he steps toward Grady.
“And you’re an ungrateful prick who thinks just because he can sing he has a ticket to do whatever he wants to whomever he wants. Not this time. Not this woman. Not my woman.” Grady chuckles, and it’s so loaded with derision and spite that it’s palpable. Jett bristles at the sound of it as the tension thickens between the two of them. “The door’s that way, Kroger, and the airport’s in the same place you found it. Dylan won’t be driving you anywhere.”
“We have to—”
“We have to head out because we have an appointment to get to so we’ll wait while you gather your things.”
