#Chapter8

Welcome to all things Gray

Nora

I showered, then changed my clothes. I came downstairs to find Nixon going through my fridge while Nash sat at the table.

“What are you doing?” I asked Nixon.

“Getting a beverage,” Nixon said, grabbing a bottle of water and closing the fridge door.

“Do you always raid people’s fridges?” I asked.

“Listen, sweetheart. When you get involved with a Gray, the fridge is fair game,” Nixon said, sipping his water.

I didn’t know how to respond to him. I sat down at the table.

“So, you like Matthew,” Nash said, surprising me with his comment.

“We’re figuring it out,” I said, not...