Once he was out of the bar, Grayson’s anger finally burst out. With great ferocity he kicked over a trash can, sending it quite a distance to the side. “DAMN IT!” He screamed. It was these sorts of things that made is blood absolutely boil. What had he done? He hadn’t said anything bad to directly to Casey, he made a joke and what does the guy do? He runs off to his big boozy brother with two left feet and a penchant for leather pants. All he said to Issa was that he was going to keep her secret, he had no reason to reveal it. All these people wanted was someone to take their own frustrations out on, someone who wasn’t one of them. Grayson happened to be that person tonight and it made him sick. He leaned over the barricade and looked out past the yachts and at the lake. He needed to calm down, if he didn’t he knew that he would do something stupid and doing something stupid would cost him big time in the long run.
As he paced outside the club, Gray noted Julie coming out of the door. Finally a friendly face, or was she going to blow up at him for going off on the Donovan’s like he did. She took his arm and told him to stop, to calm down. She yanked him forward and pulled him into a kiss. What on Earth was she doing? Was this the alcohol talking or was there something more to it? It didn’t matter at this point as Grayson responded to it. He placed his free hand on her cheek and extended the kiss for a while before pulling away. “Well I didn’t expect that” He chuckled softly. “What was that for?”