His brows drew together. “What?”
“Your Gran, Gray. How long has she been in that home?”
“Four and a half years.”
“Then, say you take responsibility for your share, which obviously you’d want to do, at three quarters of her home fees for as long as she’s been in there, they owe you two hundred and seventy K which means each one of them owes you ninety.”
“No they don’t.”
“Gray, yes they do.”
“They don’t have anything to do with that either,” Gray stated.
“How’s that?”
“They made that choice too.”
“Gray, they don’t get a choice with that. She’s their mother.”
“Yeah, a mother when I asked him to kick in that Frank reminded me about half a dozen times in the last four and a half years was a mother who held a grudge and didn’t speak to him since that shit went down after Dad died. His Mom ignored him for years, he didn’t feel like ponying up to keep her in a clean place she likes that has good food and staff who like to work there and the residents get the benefit of that. The other two agreed.”
“My point is still valid, he doesn’t get that choice.”
“Funny since he took it.”
Now I was getting mad.
“Sorry but them trying to horn in on your inheritance, land they hadn’t worked since they were eighteen, and Mrs. Cody being justifiably pissed about that is not grounds for them to turn their back on their mother in her final years,” I snapped.
“Ivey, honey, they don’t see it that way.”
“Well then someone has to make them see it that way and if you aren’t going to do it, that someone is going to be me.”
“Ivey –”
“No,” I shook my head, leaning in, now definitely mad, “no, Gray no. All my life I wanted two things, just two, a home and a family. They were fortunate to be born in a good one of both and they’ve shit on both and that is not right. That shit does not play. And I’m going to The Alibi and explaining these things.”
His ticked off vibe disintegrated and his face was near to tender when he said softly, “I get you, dollface, but you aren’t gonna get anywhere and I don’t want you to get anywhere. We’re solid. Fuck them.”
“No, they aren’t going to get away with that shit.”
“You’re not going there, Ivey.”
“I am, Gray.”
“You aren’t, Ivey.”
“I am, Gray!” I snapped. “They sat back and watched you drown. That is not cool in and of itself, family legacy or not, you’re just plain family and they should look out for you. But the fact is, you were drowning because you were taking care of their mother and that is absolutely, one hundred percent not right. They owe you ninety grand each and I’m gonna get it.”
“You won’t go to The Alibi because it’s a waste of time. I won’t take their money,” he returned.
“That’s okay because I will.”
His ticked off vibe came back before he said, “You won’t, Ivey. Shit’s fine now. I’m taken care of and so is Gran, you’ve seen to that. You’ve done enough. I don’t need them.”
“It’ll be a lot more fine when you have two hundred and seventy K in the bank. So fine, I bet you can use that money to pay off the note in full and get out from under that weight. And, by the way,” I added, “if, God willing, Mrs. Cody lives past her tenure that I paid for at that home, they’re doing their part then too.”
“They’re out of it.”
“It’s impossible to be out of it!” I cried. “They’re family.”
“Ivey, you are not goin’ to The Alibi.”
“I most certainly am.”
“You definitely are not.”
“Gray –”
“Ivey.”
“Gray!”
“Ivey.”
And there we were.
It must be said, I was Lash’s fake girlfriend for years and I never fought with him.
And I thought at that juncture Gray should know that.
“You know, I was Lash’s fake girlfriend for years and I never fought with him. Three days into living with you, we’re at it.”
Gray snapped his mouth shut, his jaw flexed, his eyes flashed then a muscle jumped in his cheek. Watching it I realized what I just said and that, even though Lash was gay, he’d had me for nearly the entire seven years Gray did not including four years of that in his bed.
And I knew Gray felt that, deeply.
Therefore, I was a total idiot.
Shit.
My mind was working through ways to make things right and/or apologize when Gray surged out of his seat, rounded the corner of the table and pulled me out of mine into his arms.
I was bracing, considering I thought this odd and had no clue where it was going when I felt his body shaking and I was tipping my head back to look up at him when he burst out laughing.
I blinked.
Still laughing, he dipped his chin and looked at me.
“Glad to hear you got on so well with your fake boyfriend.”
He wasn’t mad.
Still.
“That was a shit thing to say, Gray, and I shouldn’t have said it,” I said quietly.
“It true?” he asked.
“Well, yeah,” I answered.
“Were you pissed?”
“Well, uh… yeah.”
“Ivey, honey, I could let myself go down the path of envy about the time that guy had with you and let that shit fester in my gut until it becomes bitter and leaks out to you. Instead, I’ve decided to be pleased as fuck you found a decent man to look out for you when I wasn’t around to do it. You guys got along, way I see it, it’s like gettin’ along with your best girlfriend. I know he’s a guy and, lookin’ at him, first instinct is to stake my claim. But he’s not about that and I gotta learn that because with you comes him.”
Now I remembered why I loved Gray.
He wasn’t done.
“Furthermore, if you actually were fuckin’ him, you’d argue. No doubt about it. Since you’re fuckin’ me, dollface, get ready because we can’t have what we have in bed without some of that passion leaking out into life. You have opinions, I will too, they clash, we’ll battle our corners. Just as long as we go to bed in the same bed every night and eventually find a way to sort our shit, we’ll be good.”
“But, we didn’t fight before, Gray,” I whispered.
His face softened with understanding before his equally soft voice replied, “First, seven years ago, you were findin’ your way to you. Now you’ve found you. The badass showgirl is out.” He grinned and gave me a squeeze. “And second, we lucked out. You had so much other shit goin’ on, that took focus so we didn’t have anything to fight about. My uncles were assholes back then and if we didn’t see eye-to-eye about how to deal with them, I hope you were or eventually would be in a place to tell me what was on your mind even if I didn’t agree with it and it ended with us having words.”
Yeah, I remembered why I loved Gray.
“Okay,” I said softly and his face dipped closer, turning serious.
“You’re home, Ivey. You’re safe here to do what you want, eat what you want to eat, be who you wanna be and you’re safe with me. Always. To do all that, you gotta just be you and feel free to speak your mind.”
Yep, totally remembered why I loved Gray.
“So, are you cool with me going to The Alibi?” I asked.
He grinned and I got another squeeze.
But he answered, “No.”
I was relaxing into him but at his word, I tensed.
He kept talking.
“But I can’t tie you to the fencepost so you do what you gotta do. Now, I say that knowin’ that they are no way in hell gonna give you ninety K, not a one of them. So it’s a waste of your time but you don’t mind wastin’ it, it’s your time, not for me to say.”