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I can’t help a giggle as I shrug as if I have no idea what he’s talking about. “When’s your house supposed to be ready?” I ask instead.

“Around the first of May. Less than a month now, and it’ll have everything I want when I move in, but it’s kind of a pain in the ass to live out of a hotel for the next few weeks,” he says.

“I offered for you to stay with me,” I point out. I don’t dare look over at him. I’m not sure my heart could take hearing the rejection or seeing the look on his face that tells me he’s not interested.

He clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. About that.”

My brows dip as I glance over at him. “About that?” I prompt.

He sighs. “Ellie thinks we should be living together if we want this to look genuine.”

Oh. So Ellie thinks that. He didn’t say what he thinks, but if this is my chance to spend more time with him, I’m going to grab the hell on with both hands.

“Then let’s do it. I can stay with you at your hotel, or you can move in with Kel and me for now.”

“I can’t impose on you and your life like that, Av.”

Av.

He’s never called me Av before. Kelly sometimes calls me Avelina, and my brothers call me Avabear, which my dad used to call me. But Av…it’s really just my name turned into one syllable, the second syllable dropped, and it used to be my least favorite nickname if I’m being honest, so I told people not to call me that.

In any event, because he is the one who said it, somehow it’s hot as hell. I want to hear him rasp it when I’m naked beneath him and he’s driving into me.

Whoa.

All that from just simply abbreviating my name? I’m in deep here.

“It’s not imposing when I’m inviting you to, Gray,” I say, abbreviating his name, too.

He chuckles a little. “You sure?”

How the hell else am I supposed to execute my little plan here if we hardly ever see each other?

“I’m sure.”

“What about sleeping arrangements?” he asks.

“You can stay with me. We’re two grown adults. We can handle it, don’t you think?”

He glances over at me, and I swear there’s a little smirk there, but he looks away so quickly back to the road I think maybe I imagined it.

But the truth is…maybe he doesn’t think we can handle it. And if he thinks that, maybe I’m closer to reaching my goal than I first thought.

Chapter 33: Grayson Nash

The Tootsie Roll Connection

She’s full of surprises.

She thinks we can share a bed because we’re two grown adults who can handle themselves?

Maybe she hasn’t looked in a mirror today, but fuck.

What is it about jeans and a T-shirt on a woman that’s just…hot?

She’s casual, and something about that is even sexier than seeing her all dressed up for some other event. I’m more of a casual dude myself, unlike my eldest brother, who enjoys suits, and my youngest brother, whose preference leans toward velour and stupid shirts.

Her ass looks mighty grabbable in those tight as fuck jeans, and I’m impressed she thinks I can keep my hands to myself sharing a bed with her when I’m not even sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself sharing a suite at a baseball stadium.

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