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For a few seconds, Gray concentrated on freeing the roots of a large, green plant from the soil before turning back to me. "Do you feel under-challenged here?"
"You mean in terms of work?"
He nodded, and I shook my head.
"No. I like it. It's relaxing. And knowing that the work is appreciated by everyone involved and has a purpose makes it even more enjoyable. It doesn't feel like a burden." I enjoyed doing it, which also gave me a hint of what Gray was really getting at.
"Hypothetically speaking… could you imagine doing this for a long time?"
"You mean, hypothetically speaking, if I were foolish enough to lose my job in Toronto and just happened to feel the urge to stay in Wolf Creek?"
"Hypothetically, of course, yes."
I already had an answer on the tip of my tongue, and it was almost bursting out of me. But I didn't want to make a fool of myself or respond too eagerly when everything was built on such shaky ground.
"I enjoy being here, Gray," I finally said, keeping my cards close to my chest. "And I enjoy working with you." Knowing there wasn't much more to say about that, I decided to change the subject in the same breath. "By the way, I talked to Manon yesterday. Nothing gets past her—and she wantedallthe details."
"Did you tell her?" It was hard to read his expression.
"I didn't," I replied. "Because I wasn't sure if it would be okay with you. Plus, there's no real reason to tell her. I mean, I could tell her about how many times you brought me to orgasm in one night and how damn good it feels when we're that close, but…"
He gave me a sharp look. "But what?"
"If you two ever meet, I don't want to be around when she makes a whole series of inappropriate comments about it."
"Has she ever held back before?"
I glared at him. "No. But I love that woman, so I'm willing to overlook certain things."
"Maybe we should introduce her to Wilder. Then they can snoop around in each other's lives and leave us in peace."
"Has Wilder been questioning you again?"
"Every day." Gray would probably never admit it, but Wilder's curiosity had certainly turned into a bit of a daily highlight for him.
"At least they care about what's going on in the lives of their best friends. It's just weird to think that they want details about our sex life. How about we tell them some incredible stories?"
"You want to spread even more rumors?"
They probably complemented the existing ones well. We hardly caught wind of most of them up here, but just knowing that they were making the rounds was bizarre on several levels. "Are there any new ones?"
"Quite a few. Wilder is now keeping a list. Apparently, they're becoming increasingly absurd."
"I'm all ears." By now, I had set my book aside and sat up a bit so I could see him better.
Gray got up from his spot on the floor, pulled off his gloves, dusted his hands on his jeans, and flopped down next to me on the couch before pulling out his phone. At the same time, he reached over to the side table, and the next moment, he had a pair of glasses on his nose.
I stared at him with my mouth open while my ovaries almost imploded, sending a clear signal to the rest of my body.
"Well, there's, of course, your pregnancy," he said, focused on the screen.
"Right. Maybe we should tell them it's just a drill."
He looked at me intensely over the rim of his glasses, making me swallow involuntarily.
"What?" I asked, now feeling slightly uneasy.
"Then there's a new rumor that you're here purely for the money, trying to fleece me like a Christmas turkey. Which, of course, fits perfectly with pinning a child on me."
