Chapter Six
“Are you going to be home late?” Kristie asked Gray as he finished dressing.
“I don’t know,” he replied, although his tone was colder than she would have liked.
“How do you think this is going to go? What if Ben just shoots you on sight?”
“He won’t. He’s an asshole but he’s never gunned anyone down at a bar. We aren’t meeting at their bar either... neutral ground. That counts for something.”
Kristie watched him pull up a pair of well-worn jeans. The baby in her belly kicked again, and she sat down on the edge of the bed. Anxiety filled her, causing the baby to be unsettled. She closed her eyes briefly. She thought back to that moment in the kitchen yesterday. If it came down to my children or Gray, I would always pick my children. Kristie wanted to say something to him at
