Chapter 7: The Art of Putting Your Foot in Your Mouth

I turned my head And there he was.

Grayson. Hale.

He was standing just a few feet away from me next to my cabin door, dressed in his signature dark attire, arms crossed, head tilted slightly, watching me with an expression that was far too amused for my liking.

“Oh. No.”

My soul left my body. I wan...

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