Chapter Twelve
When I arrived, I was relieved to see Abby’s car wasn’t there. I told myself I was being pretty uncharitable to Abby—she’d probably just been over to check on her boss, like she’d said. Since she wasn’t at his house now, she clearly wasn’t totally camping out there, trying to make inroads on a relationship with him.
Grayson and I did have keys to each other’s houses, a relatively new development. I decided this was a good opportunity to use mine, in case he was still sleeping. I walked into his house, which was usually full of sunlight, but which was now very dim with all the curtains pulled because of his migraine.
Grayson was on the sofa and had clearly been asleep until I opened the door.
“Sorry to wake you,” I said softly. “I wanted to pop in and check on you to see
