Why had he ever told Trent he planned on proposing?
In Gray’s head, his fist made contact with Trent’s face but his brother didn’t deserve the brunt of his frustration, so he kept his hands clasped together. “Get lost.”
“What’s up your ass? I’m joking with you.”
Gray knew that, and most days he’d appreciate his brother’s company. Today he didn’t have the patience.
“It’s been a rough week.”
“Did she say no?” Trent asked, all humor gone from his voice.
“She said yes and the next day gave me back the ring.”
“Did she say why?”
“She thinks I cheated on her.”
Trent glared at him and crossed his arms. “Did you?”
This time Gray did make a fist. “What do you think?”
“I don’t know. She must have had a reason to think that.”
Oh, she had a reason all right. “Go home, Trent. This doesn’t concern you.”
Trent remained seated. “Kiera’s a good friend. She deserves better than you screwing around behind her back.”
He slammed his fist down on the counter. “I never cheated on her.”
“What happened?”
“I’ve been working with Nadia Danilova on a project. Kiera saw pictures of me and Nadia at a party together.”
“Nadia—”
“It was completely innocent, but it didn’t look that way.”
“Gray, we don’t have plans for any new hotels in Russia.” Trent’s eyes narrowed. “Just what were you doing with Nadia?”
“You’ve had your butt down here in Providence since the summer. You don’t know what new projects are going on anymore.” This would be so much easier if he could just tell his brother the whole truth.
“Maybe you’re right.” Trent appeared unconvinced as he stood up. “If there is anything I can do let me know. We’ll eat around six if you change your mind about dinner.”
He’d make lousy company tonight. He might subject his brother to that, but not his sister-in-law. He’d stay home, order some takeout, and wallow in his own misery alone.
***
What had possessed her to move furniture alone? Kiera rubbed her lower back. Again today she was paying the price for her silly idea. The worse part was, it hadn’t helped. She still thought of Gray every time she walked into the bedroom.
“You look as if your dog died,” Erica said as she passed through the kitchen.
“Just one of those days, Erica.”
The waitress picked up the meals she needed. “I know what you mean. At least we’re almost done.”
“True.” She’d prepared her last meal for the night. The kitchen closed in five minutes.
When Pierre had called and asked her to come in early to work Robin’s lunch shift in addition to her own, she’d agreed. She’d had no other plans. After an afternoon and evening in the kitchen though, she was looking forward to a shower and a comfortable bed.