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I guess they would know. A few years ago, they reigned over my
hometown when they were high school basketball heroes, and they haven’t
left the limelight since. Simply exchanging notoriety for infamy.
Will crosses his arms over his chest, giving me a condescending look.
“You should’ve been able to get out of this yourself, you know?” he
chastises. “Watch and learn.”
He turns around, all three of them heading to the counter, no doubt with
their best smiles on their faces.
Ryen shifts to my left, but we both remain quiet.
“Hi, I’m William Grayson, III,” Will says to the female cop. “Officer
Webber, is it?” She darts her eyes between him and the other two, looking
on guard.
“My grandfather is Senator Grayson,” he tells her, “and I really hope
he’s your favorite person on the planet. He’s always supported police
officers.”
I laugh to myself at his smooth voice, which is probably working on
her. Kai leans on the counter, quiet but with a small smile on his face, while
Michael, the lead point guard for the Meridian City Storm basketball team,
stands tall and intimidating.
He reaches out a hand. “And I’m Michael Crist.”
“Oh, yes.” She smiles wide. “My husband is a huge fan.”
“Just your husband?” he teases.
A blush crosses her cheeks, and I want to puke.
She then shakes Will’s and Kai’s hands, exhaling a long breath, her
demeanor suddenly happy and relaxed. “Well, what can I do for you
gentlemen?”
Will leans on the counter, getting intimate. “Misha Lare Grayson is also
the grandson of Senator Grayson, and our grandfather would consider it a