Grayson Hawthorne fights for his life after a shootout at the Hawthorne Foundation. While in a coma, Grayson takes an emotional and soul-searching journey into who he has become and who he wants to be.
All the main characters belong to Jennifer Lynn...
If he wasn't outside or playing with his brothers, there was a big chance he was sitting in a chair doing one of his favorite ways to pass the time: reading. And Grayson loved to read. He was reading by the time he was two. At twenty, he still hadn't read all of the books his grandfather owned in the multiple libraries scattered across the house. If he wasn't in his bedroom reading, he was usually in the circular library. (He preferred that one over the other ones.) This thought then turned into a memory.
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Thirteen years ago:
Grayson sat comfortably on the plush couch, that stood on the right side of the circular library. It had been raining all day, and after five different board games, pillow fights, and karaoke in the theatre room, Grayson decided he would try to hide in the library before one of his brothers came up with another thing to do.
With a cup of hot coco and Sherlock Holmes in his hands, this plan seemed like it was going to work. The adventure of the illustrious client, the adventure of the blanched soldier, the adventure of the Mazarin stone, and he was just starting the adventure of the three Gables when he heard a commotion outside the door.
"I think he is reading" he heard Xander say.
"I don't care. We need him to play." Jameson retorted.
Grayson inwardly groaned. He loved playing games, but right now all he wanted to do was enjoy his book. The conversation continued.
"You know we can bowl by ourselves." Xander said.
"I know we can, but it is more interesting with more people."
"We can ask Nash."
"He'll just say no."
"And Grayson won't?" Xander replied.
"There is a greater chance that Grayson will say yes."
"No, there is not. If there was a chance of either Nash or Grayson saying yes, it would be Nash." Grayson heard Xander point out.
Jameson sighed. "Does it really matter?'
"If you asked, then yes, it does matter."
"Forget I asked, then."
"I can't forget."
Grayson tried to hide a smile. That sounded just like a conversation those two knuckle heads would have. He had hardly had that thought when the doors opened and said knuckle heads walked in.
"Gray," Jameson said leveling up his sweetness, "would you like to play bowling?"
He thought for a moment. "No, not really."
Xander elbowed Jameson. "See? We should have asked Nash."
Jameson rolled his eyes.
Grayson stopped them. "I'll tell you what, If you can get Nash to play, since according to Jameson 'he has a greater chance of saying no.' I will play with you. If you can't get him to play, then you have to leave me alone for the rest of the day. Got it?" He raised his light blond eyebrows at his younger brothers.
"Got it!" Alexander replied joyfully. Jameson didn't say anything.
"Jamie?" Grayson said.
"Fine." he sourly.
Grayson gave a little laugh. "Don't feel so bad when you lose."
"I am not going to lose." he said stoutly.
Grayson didn't say anything. He and Jameson competed a lot. It would only be a matter of time before they found out who won.
He watched as they ran out the door in search of their older brother. Depending on where Nash was it could be awhile before they come back. He leaned back on the couch, picked up his book, and began reading again. Might as well enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts.
