But now she had the urge to talk to him. To hear his voice, find out how things were going at the resort. He had mentioned that Greyson was going to come by to talk, and yet she still hadn’t mentioned to him what she’d learned from Tim. Not because she didn’t want him to know. He deserved at least that much, but she hadn’t figured out how to tell him without causing him to fly off the handle.
The question was . . . did she actually expect that? Or was a part of her trying to protect Tim from Sawyer’s wrath?
SAWYER WAS SITTING in his office when Greyson walked in the door, his expression announcing his piss-poor mood. As tempted as he was to send the other man on his way, Sawyer actually kept his lips shut, hoping his friend would get down to the reason he was there.
“What’s up?” Sawyer asked, trying to get the conversation started.
“Not much. Thought maybe we could go out tonight.”
“No can do, man. I’m having dinner with Kennedy,” Sawyer told his friend.
“Ahh. Well, that figures.”
“How so?” Sawyer already feared where this was going. Although neither of them had actually addressed the issue firsthand, Sawyer knew it was still there, still hovering on the periphery of their friendship, and they needed to hash it out.
Their friendship had taken a backseat to Sawyer’s relationship with Kennedy, something that happened quite a bit, from Sawyer’s experience. Relationships formed and friendships fell to the wayside. That it had been intentional on Sawyer’s part was not the case at all.
But, based on the way Greyson was glaring at him, he knew his friend wasn’t going to forgive him easily. He had never planned for this to happen, hence the pact they’d made when they were much, much younger. Although they’d both grown up, it was still hard to drift apart from the one person who knew pretty much everything there was to know about him. But he’d seen it happen to Kaleb and Gage, even Zane and Beau. Once their relationships took root, the friendships were no longer top priority.
“Hell, we could hang out here if you want.”
“In my office?” Sawyer asked, confused.
Greyson chuckled. “No, you dumb-ass. I was thinking more like the play area.”
Sawyer leaned back in his high-back leather chair, his forearms resting on the arms, his gaze locked on Greyson’s. “You know I don’t go there anymore.”
“Not at all?” The incredulity in Greyson’s tone made Sawyer laugh.
“Not at all. At least not as far as a social call. If something comes up that requires me to be there, that’s different.”
“Oh, come on, man,” Greyson urged, sounding a little frustrated. “Just one time. It’s not like you’re married to her or anything.”
Sawyer sighed, crossed his arms over his chest, and let his head fall back against the top of the chair. “Greyson . . .”
Before he could complete his sentence, Greyson interrupted, taking several steps forward and standing directly in front of Sawyer’s desk. “You owe me, Sawyer. You know damn good and well that I’d found what you think you have now and you never let me have it.”
Yep. And there it was. Sawyer had been waiting months for Greyson to bring it up, to actually get down to it, and that moment had finally come. “You and I remember that very differently,” Sawyer told him.
The woman Greyson had referred to was nothing more than a vulnerable woman who’d taken a keen interest in Greyson one night at Moonshiners. Sawyer hadn’t been fond of her, because she’d been overly clingy, but Greyson had been. And okay, he guessed it was possible that she might’ve been one of the few less-desperate women Greyson had come in contact with, not to mention that she hadn’t been interested in being shared between them. But it wasn’t Sawyer’s fault that Greyson had opted to engage in another threesome just a few days after he met her. But somehow, Greyson had managed to turn that around on Sawyer because, yes, he’d been part of the threesome and Greyson’s newfound love interest hadn’t been.
“It’s not much different than what you did,” Greyson said. “Kennedy finally gives you the time of day and you just discard me like I’m nothin’.”
Sawyer laughed; he couldn’t help himself. “Dude, you act like we’re fuckin’ lovers or somethin’. This ain’t about Kennedy.”
“The hell it ain’t. If she hadn’t finally decided to give it up to you, we’d still be doin’ what we do best.”
“Is that why you did what you did?” Sawyer questioned, jumping to his feet.
Greyson looked surprised by the question, his eyebrows sliding upward.