After Gray tugged the second boot off his foot, Shane sat up and yawned.“Didn’t mean to wake you, chief.” Gray seated himself on the end of the couch.“‘S okay.” Shane glanced at the clock. 2 a.m. About a couple of hours after Gray stormed out. “You want to talk yet?” Shane stretched his hands over his head and twisted side to side, making his vertebrae pop.Gray nodded. “I thought you were disgusted when you pushed me away. I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me after I tried to kiss you. I was embarrassed and I guess I let that color my perception.”Shane grinned. That was his boy! Always so responsible. He’d never been one to not admit when he was wrong, but Shane wasn’t letting him take this one by himself. If there was blame to go around, then Shane had accept some, too. Probably more than Gray, if truth be told. “It’s my fault, too, Grayson. I could have done a lot of things differently. I should have sat you down and demanded to know what was wrong.
