Dispute Resolution

Chapter Seventeen

Gray looked about his private box. The room was now teeming with people when all he had wanted was to be alone with Quinn tonight. He'd planned to take full advantage of the fact that they would have the whole box to themselves, but he guessed now that would have to wait. However, stealing a quick kiss out in the corridor, perhaps he could manage that. He could head her off before she got back from the bathroom. He made his way to the door, but being Grayson Holloway meant people always had their eyes on him. Before he got there, Kat had stopped him.

"Mr Holloway, I mean, Gray," she said. "I was just hoping to talk to you about an idea I had for an article. I think you'll love it."

Gray smiled politely. "And I would love to hear about it-"

"Great. I was thinking of a fashion shoot at the Opera House. I was thinking behind the scenes looking at all the costumes."

Gray nodded. It was a good idea. "Sounds great. You come up with a pitch for me and I'll get James to look it over."

"Really. Thanks, Gray. I had another idea, too-"

"Tell me in a second. I just need to use the bathroom," he said.

"Oh, sure. Sorry."

He smiled at Kat and proceeded toward the door, but not before he heard his name again.

"Gray, Dash Tobin just scored," came Damien's voice.

Gray glanced out at the field to see Dash dancing about victoriously with the other players. He was keeping a close eye on Dash, he was a loose cannon and on thin ice. In fact, Gray was just about ready to tear up his contract for his latest antic- sleeping with another player's wife. But if he kept scoring tries, then just maybe he could stay on.

"Keep me updated," Gray said and left the room before anyone else could stop him.

He strode along the hallway but stopped when he saw a couple pressed against the wall. He'd been hoping to have the space to himself, but it was already occupied. Why wasn't everyone watching the game? He was about to turn and give the couple some privacy when he thought the female voice sounded familiar, like Quinn. He listened. The other voice sounded like... Dylan. Gray frowned in confusion. The female spoke again, anxious and urgent. Gray turned back and took a few more steps toward the couple. Now he could see who it was. His brother had Quinn pinned against the wall, but they weren't embracing as he first thought, Dylan was threatening her.

Gray strode toward them, his only thought to get to Quinn. It was one thing for Dylan to hate Quinn for the article, but it was another thing entirely to threaten her with physical violence.

"Dylan, what are you doing?" he said, his voice amplified by the echo of the hall.

He saw Quinn's body sag in relief at the sound of his voice and had she not still been pinned against the wall she probably would've fallen to the floor. Shit, he thought. She must be so scared. A moment later Dylan released her.

"Look who I found skanking about in the corridors," Dylan said, still furious.

"I know." Gray looked between her and his brother and felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff. He was choosing. "She's with me, Dylan."

He chose.

"What?" Dylan spat.

The two brothers looked at each other, a moment suspended in time.

"She's with me," Gray repeated.

Dylan took a while to find his voice, but when he did it was with a slow and measured tone.