Page 81 of Lose You Twice

Grayson hands him the key card. “Don’t make it weird.”

Kai stares at him. “It’s already weird, dude.”

“I know.” Grayson glances at me. “Text Harlow if you need anything. She’ll threaten me until I fix it.”

At the door, Kai catches his duffel strap. “You sure?”

The teasing fades from Grayson’s face. “I’m sure.”

Something quiet passes between them before Grayson smiles again.

“Besides, Weston snores, but at least he doesn’t organize his clothes in order of how they go on.”

“Get out.”

Grayson leaves laughing.

The door shuts, and then it’s just me and Kai.

One room.

One bed.

One stretch of carpet that looks much too hard for a man playing hockey tomorrow.

I grab my bag before he can. “I’m changing.”

He steps back. “Okay.”

In the bathroom, I pull on leggings and an oversized sleep shirt, then study my reflection.

“You’re a calm professional.”

She looks unconvinced.

When I come out, Kai has unpacked his clothes, and his shoes are lined up neatly beside the dresser.

He’s changed into gray sweats and a white T-shirt.

My mouth goes dry instantly, and I quickly turn my attention to the chair. “You can take the bed, ya know. I’m not the one playing a game tomorrow.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine on the floor. I’ve slept in worse places.”

“Congratulations on your commitment to terrible choices.”

His mouth curves. “Not all of them were terrible.”

The air shifts, and I’d give anything to know what memory is replaying in his mind. The time when we fell asleep on a blanket in the small patch of trees behind his house? Or the time we slept on the trampoline, only to wake up completely soaked when the yard sprinklers went off.

Either way, we are wading right into dangerous waters. I turn toward my bag. “Dinner is in twenty minutes.”

“I know.”

“Great.”

“Great.”

We’re doing exceptionally well at not being weird.