Play It Safe by Kristen Ashley Page A

everything.
    “You didn’t leave.”
    Hells bells!
    “Uh –” I mumbled.
    “Yo! Bro! Can I help you?”
    I turned my head and saw that Casey was right there. Then I turned my head again and saw that Gray had turned to my brother.
    “Hey,” he greeted, extending a hand to my brother. “I’m Gray.”
    “And I’m tickled pink,” Casey returned rudely. “Now, you wanna get your hands off my sister?”
    Gray looked at Casey then down at me. I tried to move out of the curve of his arm.
    It tightened.
    Oh dear.
    Gray looked back at my brother.
    “I’ll repeat, I’m Gray. Gray Cody, a friend of Ivey’s,” Gray stated, still attempting civility but he’d dropped his hand.
    “Ivey doesn’t have any friends,” Casey returned and, like a spasm, Gray’s arm curled even tighter around me.
    He was silent and I looked between the two of them seeing they were in stare down on the sidewalk in the town square.
    This was not good.
    “Uh –” I began again.
    “You’re wrong,” Gray said quietly. “She does. Me.”
    I battled and succeeded and therefore didn’t bite my lip.
    Casey’s eyes sliced to me. “You know this guy?”
    “I told you someone stepped in last night and that someone was Gray,” I answered carefully but not carefully enough.
    And this was when I knew Casey had made assumptions. Casey assumed that some out-of-shape barfly had taken my back. Casey had not considered that a young, tall, handsome man with a confident manner and a natural authority had stepped up for me.
    If Casey considered this, we would be three and a half hours out of Mustang, him falling in love with a class act or not.
    His eyes narrowed on me and I felt their sting. This was because Casey found this a betrayal. He said no connections. He demanded I play it safe. And me making a friend, even against my will, with a handsome stranger was not playing it safe to Casey.
    Then they cut to Gray. “Right then, got my gratitude, bro. Now I’m on duty, move along.”
    Gray didn’t move along. Gray didn’t tear his eyes from Casey and I didn’t know him all that well but you didn’t need to to know he really didn’t like what he was seeing.
    Then Gray’s eyes flicked to the flowers and back to Casey’s face before he said low, “Shoulda been on duty last night…” pause then, “ bro. ”
    Oh jeez.
    Casey’s back went straight or, I should say, straight- er.
    “All’s well that ends well,” he clipped and Gray shook his head. Once.
    “I reckon you know, bein’ a guy and all, you’re her brother but you’re also obviously not blind. She’s out, way she looks, way she moves, even havin’ a quiet night, keepin’ to herself, that shit might happen. That shit happened. You were not on duty. I wasn’t around, shit coulda got worse,” Gray pointed out.
    “Well, it didn’t,” Casey shot back. “And as I said, got my gratitude. Now, I’m here and, can’t say it straighter, in two seconds, you’re not.”
    This was all happening right there, right with me right there.
    But all I could think was…
    The way I look?
    The way I move?
    Casey was wrong. In two seconds, Gray was not gone.
    Instead, he used those two seconds to dip his head to the flowers and ask, “Those for Ivey?”
    “None of your business…” pause then, “ bro. ”
    “They’re not,” Gray whispered, his eyes locked on Casey, his arm still locked around me, my front still tight to him but he’d shifted to facing Casey so I was tucked to his side.
    “What’d I say?” Casey whispered back. “None of your business.”
    “Plans tonight,” Gray deduced.
    Casey opened his mouth to speak but Gray looked down at me.
    “You’re free for steak and me.”
    My belly flip-flopped, my heart squeezed and my legs went weak.
    Casey got in our space and thus in Gray’s face.
    “That is not gonna fuckin’ happen,” he growled.
    Gray turned his head and tipped it down the two inches he needed to stare down Casey. This gave me confirmation of his