Angela awoke the the smell of breakfast. Her mind was still groggy. Had Molly actually gotten up before her and started making breakfast? Angela stretched her arm hitting the arm of the couch. Wait a minute! She froze, what was she doing on the couch? She opened her eyes slowly stunned to see that she was not in her own house. Where the hell was she? She turned to see Gray standing in a kitchen. It certainly wasn't her kitchen, so she surmised it must be Gray's house. How had she gotten to Gray's house? More importantly, What was she doing there?
"Gray?" Angela asked groggily. She rubbed at her eyes, making sure she wasn't seeing things.
"You're finally awake," came Gray's gruff reply. Angela bristled, why was he being so rude again?
"How did I get here?" Angela asked in confusion, trying to ignore Gray's tone.
"You don't remember?" Gray asked.
"Would I ask if I did?" Angela asked, finding it harder to control her temper.
"You were drunk, Hayden asked me to get you home safe."
"This isn't exactly home..." Angela crossed her arms. If he was going to be rude to her, he would give it right back to him.
"I walked you home last night. But when I got to your house, I couldn't find your keys. They were probably left at the bar." Gray's eyes narrowed. Angela could no longer take his rudeness. She had a pounding headache, and on top of that she was overly emotional.
"Well thanks I guess for making sure I got home safely, I'll be getting out of your hair now," Angela went to stand up but found herself light headed and sat down once again. Gray moved forward to try to catch her. Angela snapped her arm away from his.
"Look just relax for a minute, eat something before you leave," Gray replied, his tone softened slightly, but Angela was now too angry to notice.
"No, that's fine, clearly I've bothered you enough. Thanks for making sure I was safe last night, I assure you, it won't happen again." Before Gray could protest, Angela grabbed her purse and walked out the door. She was more infuriated with him than she had been the night before. She had fooled herself to think that this man could be anything to her, even for a moment. He was simply just too rude! Angela was angry as her steps carried her home. She was angry, but a part of her knew that she was also hurt. Why had she even opened herself just a little to him? In the future she would have to be more careful.
XxXx
Gray stared at the door to his house for a full two minutes before regaining his senses back. The entire scene of the morning had left him shocked. Why on earth had Angela been so angry with him? He had been the one make sure she'd gotten home safely. He really didn't understand her.
"Whatever," he grumbled, and turned his attention to the breakfast he had been cooking. What exactly had he been imagining? A nice little breakfast with her this morning? Goddess he was an idiot at times. He wondered if she thought he had taken advantage of her. That thought had made him bristle even more. What kind of man did she think he was? Gray's father had drilled into him respect for women. He would never take advantage of a woman like that.
A soft knock on the door broke through his endless sea of thoughts. He wondered briefly if it was Angela who had decided to come back after all. When he opened the door a very worried looking Renee stood before him. Her face was contorted into a frown, and large tears threatened to spill out of her eyes.
"Sorry to bother you, but I have some bad news, the baby that Ponia gave birth to a few days ago died last night. Papa asked me to come get you," Renee informed. Her voice was shaky. Gray exhaled deeply. He had known the foal was sick, and that her chances had not been good, but it hurt all the same.
"I'll be over shortly," Gray replied.
XxXx
"You look like hell, what happened last night?" Molly asked. Molly had waiting anxiously when Angela arrived home.
Angela scowled at her baby sister. Her head throbbed, and all she wanted to do was to take some pontana root for her headache and go back to sleep for a few hours.
"Apparently I had a little too much drink," Angela murmured reaching for the cabinet. Angela had not been this hungover in a long time.
"Yeah no kidding," Molly scoffed incredulously.
"Molly, really not in the mood for this," Angela groaned angrily.
"Well at least tell me where you were last night, I was worried, I was about ready to send out a search party." Molly said.
"I was at Gray's," Angela muttered.
"Oh you were with Mr. Sexy... Ok that makes sense." Molly leaned against the kitchen counter. "So what happened?" Angela groaned at the smirk on Molly's face.
"Nothing," Angela scowled. "I don't really remember anything except waking up on his COUCH." She emphasized the last word.
"And you're sure nothing happened?" Molly persisted. Angela turned to glare at her sister.
"Please Molly, I have a huge headache, I just left a less than pleasant conversation with Gray, and all I really want to do is to crawl back into bed, so please just do me a favor and leave me alone for a little while this morning." Angela padded her way to the bedroom so that she could fall asleep and forget about Gray, and all the other men in her life who had let her down.
