ir

rage. My phone buzzed-the "Lunch Trio" gr

ly? Demanding clothes back in public? Kloe w

. His only concern was Kloe's comf

just taking back w

fault! I had no idea that scarf meant so much to you. I'll wash it tonight and put i

rother" spent three hours massaging her ankle on

Grayson a separate mess

p chat w

ayson's project team and Kloe's design group were gathered at the exit. Marcus spotted me immediately: "Blair!

ht." I pulled my ar

ill clutching the edge of that scarf, her voice pitiful. "If you don't come, I'll th

s shooting me a cold warning-go ahead, refuse in front

e said flatly. "Don

the stiff, serious marketing manager; Kloe was the

aid calmly.

the Seattle pier. Grayson sat across from me, Kloe on his right, t

rd. "Grayson, when are you going to come

ew people clinked their f

straight

took a sip. "Kloe and I have great synergy at

rove halfway across the city at six in the morning to jump-start he

he sink with a wrench, called him, and he said "I'm busy, call the property manager." S

ce at me, let her gaze linger for a beat, then leaned into Grayso

ckled, patting her shoulder. "Ever

d his mouth to say more, but the colleague next t

and texted Grayson: "Tell

ghtening. He didn't open it. He turned the phone face down on the table, picked up the crab

ely had anyth

vibrated

e will think I was deliberately hiding you and lying to them. I'll e

az

y Sunday, sat on a hard plastic chair in the ER for fourteen hours when he tore

ghtly along Grayson's forearm, and called across the table, "Blair, you're so quiet

lent again. Every

hand steady as a rock, confident that I wo

ook a sip, and set it down on

dmap." My voice was clear and strong,

d, my eyes boring st

ice so the entire table of twenty-som

able went