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Written on Dec 29, 2017
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He grinned, showing a large gap in his front teeth. “Greyson ups the guards around the mansion and beach when he’s not around. You wouldn’t make it four yards before getting caught. And you don’t want to get grounded and not get to read again.” His faded blue eyes twinkled as he pushed the door open wide. “Come keep an old man company. We can play gin rummy.”
“You already owe me three million dollars,” Moe retorted, following the man through the house to the breakfast nook. “Is it just us in here?”
Atticus nodded. “Yeah. Damon went with Grey.”
“Where are they?” she asked, not that she cared. Yeah. She didn’t care at all. “Somethin’ going on up north,” Atticus said, shoving his stocky bulk around the table where rich people once dined. He wore a red shirt with purple pants and green socks.
“Are you color blind?” Moe asked, noting his clothes.
He nodded. “Think so. Why?”
“No reason.” Moe reached for the cards already on the table as Atticus poured two generous glasses of Pappy Van Winkle’s Family Reserve, a twenty-year-old Kentucky bourbon whiskey. “Whoa. Where did you get the good stuff?”
“So, if you want her to stay, why not make a move?” Damon asked, slowing down for what looked like a pile of bear furs.
Greyson tried to focus, but only one of his eyes was working. His body felt all right, though. “I can’t make a move. I kidnapped her, so she has no choice in anything. We’re not on equal footing, and she can’t make a fair decision.” Though man, he had to stop having wet dreams about her. She was all he thought about some days, and that had to end. Right now. “You know?”
Damon took the bottle. “I guess. Just never figured you for an equal partner type.”
Greyson turned toward his best friend. Hell. His only friend. “What do you mean?”
“Thought you’d be more of an I Tarzan, You Jane, type,” Damon said slowly. “No offense.”
Huh. Grey took the bottle and downed enough bourbon that the pain in his head finally subsided. “Only one person can be in charge in any situation. That includes personally,” he muttered.
Damon glanced his way. “Yeah, That’s what I thought” He frowned.
Greyson sighed. “You’re right. I mean, about me. But that’s after a decision is made. Maureen can’t decided to be with me because she doesn’t have the freedom to do that. Fuck, all of this talking was making his headache come back. “Enough Dr. Phil bullshit.”
“All right,” Damon said. “Let’s drink.”