Marv stood and stepped around Grayson, heading back towards the bedrooms. “Eat without me, I’m gonna call Knix and fill himin.”
I frowned as I watched him go, but even as I was watching Marv—I noticed that Grayson, too, had his eyes on the hallway as Marv disappeared into one of the backrooms.
“Come on, Princess.” Texas tugged until we disappeared around the corner into the kitchen. When Grayson didn’t immediately follow, I kept my voice low and leaned closer tohim.
“Texas,” I whispered, “do you have any idea what’s going on between Marv andGrayson?”
Texas sighed as he glanced down at me. By way of answer, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and then seated me at the small, four-person table against the wall. “If you want to know, you should askthem.”
“They won’t tell me,” I pointed out with a frustratedhuff.
He shrugged. “It’s their story to tell.” I didn’t know if that meant he knew what all of the hostility was about or if he just knew that there was a reason for it. Whatever the case, I’d find out. I’m done letting them shut me out. Even if I had to sit on them to get it out, I would getanswers.