“What?” What did that have to do with anything?
“That dizzy spell upstairs . . . did you not eat dinner?”
Well, hell.
Okay, he was far more observant than she’d given him credit for.
“I was nervous.”
The woman returned before he could say anything. She was carrying the ugliest coat that Maeve had ever seen. It was a brown color that reminded her of poop and the fake-leather had worn away in patches. It actually looked like someone had been using it as a mop.
She wanted to cry at the idea of wearing that. And she knew she was being silly. Who cried over clothes? But she didn’t want to wear it.
“Here you are.” The woman gave her a sickly sweet smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
She reached out to take the jacket, unsure what else she was meant to do. Maybe this was all they had that had been left behind.
“What the hell is this, Sarah?” Gray snapped, making Sarah startle. He took the jacket before Maeve could.
“It’s a coat . . . like . . . like you asked me to get.”
“Don’t even test me like that. I know that you chose the ugliest jacket you could find. This is a man’s jacket and it stinks. Go back, find something nicer. Maeve isn’t even touching this.”
Sarah stared at him in shock. And while Maeve should probably feel sorry for her or even be horrified by the way he spoke, she couldn’t be.
Had the other woman deliberately brought her an ugly jacket because she was jealous? Maybe. There was nothing to really be envious of. Was she one of Gray’s former lovers?
Okay, now Maeve was feeling jealous.
Stop being ridiculous.
The woman returned hastily with a black jacket. Black wasn’t a color she’d typically wear, but it was a lot nicer than the other jacket.
Gray took it from her without a word, holding it out for Maeve. She put her arms in it. The inside was lined. This was a really well-made jacket.
Gray turned away, but Maeve looked back. Didn’t seem right to just leave.
“Thank you.”
The woman just sneered.
Okay, then.
At least Maeve would sleep easier knowing she’d used her manners and been a good person.
“You’re too nice, Maeve,” Gray told her.
“What do you mean?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Sarah was being a total bitch just now, getting you that smelly old jacket that should have been thrown out. And you would have just taken it without a word. And then, you tell her thank you when she didn’t deserve it. Too nice.”
He led her toward a door set off to the side of the building that said private. They weren’t going out the front?
There was a man standing beside it. He nodded to Gray and opened the door, not even looking at her.
Was it normal to have this much security in a nightclub? She hadn’t noticed it when she was here last time. But it did seem like a lot.
“Is it wrong to be nice?” she asked as he led her down a set of stairs.