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Keys jingling, the blonde nudges the door shut with her white heel, smile fading before it can completely reach her face.

"Oh good." Her voice is lacking excitement or joy. "You're here." She looks away from the pair on the couch, heading straight to the kitchen. Grayson follows her like a dog with a toy. "Bored?"

"I had the house to myself."

"Most people enjoy that."

"My head got loud."

She softens, patting his chest. "You should've texted, I would've come home. Or you could've joined me."

"We've been over this. I'm not leaning on you all the time."

"As your best friend I give you permission. You should be careful inviting her over so often, she might get the wrong idea."

Sierra peers around him to check on Renée. She's busy fixing her curls and tugging her cropped shirt further down to reveal more cleavage, grinning to herself.

"I think you already gave her the wrong idea." She continues to stare at the other woman, head tilting and brows furrowing.

"Do you want to take my place?"

Her mouth opens. "Sheー" Sierra quickly lowers her voice before she blurts it, gesturing to her own chest. Puzzled, Grayson flickers between her eyes and chest, head shaking side to side. "Pierced," she whispers. "Piercings."

Grayson gazes in her direction, earning a friendly smile from the woman on the couch. With nothing beneath the thin floral print top it's glaringly obvious.

"Huh. Hadn't noticed."

"How didn't you notice? They're in your face."

"What kind of man do you think I am?"

"Do you want an honest answer?" Sierra cocks her head with a hand on her hip.

"Not if it'll hurt my feelings," Grayson mumbles, continuing to rummage through the bag of groceries.

"Renée honey, I bought fresh mangos would you like some?"

Renée stops fluffing her curls at the mention of her name. "Oh, no thank you. I'm allergic."

Sierra's eyes narrow. "Somehow I doubt that."

"Sorry what was that?"

"Nothing." Sierra's forced smile vanishes when she turns her back again.

He views the mangos in her hands, cradled close to her chest. "Are you going to give her an allergic reaction?" He's chewing slowly while Sierra frowns up at him. "You know death by anaphylaxis is fun to watch."

"Who do you think I am?"

"Want an honest answer?"

"Get out of my kitchen."

"I'm taking these." He shovels more blueberries into his mouth, somewhat smirking as he saunters back to the couch.