having lunch with her aunt and Grayson’s mother. We’d been singing along to Taylor Swift’s ‘Red’ album for over an hour and spent a great deal of that time laughing at how terrible a singer I was. Huntley turned the music down and I found her regarding me carefully.
“You’d tell me if you weren’t okay, right?”
I shifted in my seat and faced her. “Of course I would, but why do you ask?”
She sighed and looked at me quickly before returning her gaze to the road ahead of us. “I’m… I just…” she stuttered.
“C’mon, spit it out, we don’t have all day.”
“I’m worried about you, that’s all. Brody’s back in town, which you know and Grayson and I already had a fight about him - ”
“Why would you be fighting about Brody?” I asked, interrupting her.
“Well,” she hesitated briefly, but I wasn’t sure why, “for some stupid reason Grayson decided to tell Brody and his…his… bed buddy that they could stay with us this week. When I found out, I lost my shit and threatened to withhold my goodies from Grayson unless he fixed it.”
I stared at Huntley, my mouth open. “Your goodies?”
“Yeah,” Huntley replied, blushing. “No sex.”
An unladylike giggle burst free from my mouth and I laughed. “You threatened to take away sex all because Brody was going to stay with you?”
“Not just Brody,” Huntley defended. “He brought his sex toy with…” her words trailed off as realization flashed in my eyes. My brief laughter died and I felt my heart sink. Brody had really moved on. Deep down I knew it, I saw it with my own eyes once but I never thought I’d have to face it again. “Shit,” Huntley muttered. “I’m sorry Demi.”
I shook my head, struggling with the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that had been hovering over me all day. “You didn’t have to do that,” I said quietly. “You should’ve let them stay with you.”
Huntley’s eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. “Have you completely lost your mind?”
“No, but it would’ve been the right thing to do considering he’s Grayson’s best friend.”
“Well that’s too bad because you’re my best friend and after what he did to you he can go sleep in a lice infested bush.”
I chuckled but it was an empty sound. “You’ll have to let go some time,” I said. “He wasn’t the only one at fault.” I stopped myself before I brought up the fact that I was hiding something from Brody, something that would undoubtedly change everything .
“I don’t care,” Huntley retorted. “I don’t want a stranger around my son and I sure as hell don’t want that woman near us, or you. It’s a good thing Grayson knows what’s good for him, because I hear Brody and his attachment are now staying at the hotel in town.”
I went quiet. I had no idea what to say because thinking about Brody with someone else was hard enough. I didn’t need to talk about it too.
“I should’ve kept quite,” Huntley sighed. “I’m sorry. I know you’ll tell me if something’s wrong and you know I’ll be there the whole time if you need me.”
“I know. Can we maybe talk about something else though? Like where you think Grayson is taking you for your honeymoon.”
Huntley’s face lit up and our previous conversation evaporated as she got talking about their honeymoon.
“I think we might be going somewhere exotic,” she said. “Grayson says I must pack as little clothes as possible.”
“That has nothing to with an exotic location and everything to do with spending your entire honeymoon in a bed.”
A blush crept up Huntley’s neck and settled in the apples of her cheeks, causing me to laugh. “Don’t be modest now,” I said, smiling. “I lived with you remember?”
“How could I forget,” Huntley giggled. “You reminded me on several occasions how loud I am.”
“You know I believe he’s doing something wrong if you’re not screaming.”
Huntley squirmed