Slipped Her Something

[Thad’s POV]

When I hang up my phone, I head back inside to find that Brielle looks more relaxed and even a little tipsy. She smiles politely as Grayson continues to feed her drinks.

Frowning, I take a seat and reach out, taking the most recent drink given and downing it in one gulp.

“If you wanted a drink, you could have said so,” Grayson points out in amusement. “There is plenty to go around.”

“Sorry,” I chuckle, holding out my glass. “I was thirsty.”

As he pours me another drink, I feel Mr. Rogers eyes on me, and to my surprise, I see appreciation in them.

I didn’t do this for you. I grumble inwardly, downing another drink. Don’t look at me like that, especially when you could have done this yourself if you were worried.

Downing my second drink, I lean forward, keeping my gaze fixed on Brielle while she sips at a glass of water. Good. At least she wasn’t going to continue downing the booze.

“Since you’re back, there was something I wanted to discuss with the two of you,” Grayson be