Blind Warrior (The Weavers Circle #3) - Jocelynn Drake Page 0,17
the mask off.”
“Yeah, that was the unfair part. But I didn’t, no matter how frustrated and scared I got, because it was important to me to be able to understand what you’re going through. I wanted to be able to help you.”
“Umm…yeah…” Grey cleared his throat, his brow furrowing for a moment before he finally shook his head. “What are we working on today? Are you ready to set me free with a knife?”
Cort appreciated the redirect. They had to be serious on occasion, but he preferred to keep Grey’s mood light and the man active.
“As exciting as that sounds, I was thinking we’d go for a walk.” Grey’s expression screamed that Cort was out of his mind. “Being blind doesn’t mean you’re going to sit around on your ass all the time.”
“No, but being a writer does.”
Cort shook his head a little. “Still can’t believe I’m working with an honest-to-God author. I looked you up when I got home. Might have ordered a couple of your books.”
The blush was back, and Grey’s eyes were directed toward the floor again. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I was curious. Besides, after meeting you yesterday, I figured you were more likely to write scathing restaurant reviews.”
“Har. Har. Thank God you weren’t hired for your wit.”
“But you don’t have to give up your writing. We’ll get you set up with some dictation software you can start practicing with. There’s also the option of simply dictating your manuscript and hiring someone to put it into the computer. If you’d like, we can work on that today for a while,” Cort offered, but Grey was already shaking his head.
“Not yet. My head is…it’s too cluttered and distracted right now. I’m not in the right mental space for writing. I’ll just get frustrated because I can’t concentrate.”
Reaching out, Cort wrapped his fingers around Grey’s arm and simply held it for a moment. To his shock, Grey didn’t flinch or jump at his touch. In fact, Cort could feel him relax. Tension unwound and his shoulders lowered just a little. In all his years of doing this, he’d never had a client relax quite like that when he laid a hand on them. Certainly not after such a short time frame of knowing each other. And Grey had done it from the first. It was strange and very intriguing.
“You’ll get there,” Cort said calmly.
“Yes,” Grey murmured. His voice as low and even, as if Cort had put him into a trance.
“All right, back to the walk. I want you to give me a tour of your house.” Cort released Grey’s arm and folded his hands together, trying to ignore the heat that lingered against his palm.
Grey spread his hands out in front of him. He waved his right hand and said, “Kitchen.” Waved both hands in front of him and said, “Living room,” then motioned with his left, saying, “bathroom and bedroom.”
“See, your problem isn’t being blind. You get exhausted from constantly being a smartass.”
“Yes, yes. You’ve seen right through me. That’s what’s so tiring.”
Cort shoved to his feet. “Come on. Get your ass up. Take me on a tour of that fancy house.”
Grey loudly sighed, but it was clear that it was just for show as he muttered under his breath. Cort moved out of the way toward the bathroom so Grey could shuffle along the sofa to the kitchen.
“I’ll follow you,” Cort said,
“Just so you can stare at my ass,” Grey grumbled.
Which then meant Cort’s eyes dropped to the ass in question to reveal that it was indeed a very fine ass in those snug jeans. An ass that would fill his hands just right.
Cort’s eyes jumped up immediately, and he silently cursed himself. He was not going to think of Grey that way.
“Ha! Made you look!” Grey shouted.
Cort gasped. “How did you—” He didn’t catch the words fast enough to keep from giving himself away.
Grey tossed his head back and laughed, which threw him off-balance. He reached for the wall to catch himself, but he missed. Cort jumped forward, grabbing Grey by both shoulders from behind and righting him again.
“We’re done goofing off now. Ready to be serious?” Cort asked, though he was struggling to keep from laughing himself.
“If we must,” Grey sighed.
“At least until we get down the stairs.”
With a soft snort, Grey carefully led the way through the kitchen and the narrow staircase. He paused once to get his bearings before he found the doorknob for the door leading to the patio.