scrunches up when she’s lost in thought, and the way her smile lights up the room. You should really read more.”
Shaking his head, he replied, “I don’t need to read more. I get the gist of it all.”
Mama Cross grabbed Grey’s hand and squeezed it. “Honey, I wanted to show you his diary because it’s not like Landon sought out to ruin your life. Please know, I’m not taking his side, I just want to help you see where he’s coming from. This wasn’t a random thing he decided to do to you one night. He’s been harboring feelings for the girl for years…years, Grey, and he spent day in and day out with you and Quinn, watching her be loved by you, not him. I think the moment you two broke up, it was his breaking point. He’s an honorable man and brother…he truly wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt you…you, of all people, should know that by now.”
“I know,” Grey hung his head low. “Now that all the steam and hurt has left my body, I know he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt me, but I was just so confused. His diary kind of clarifies everything; doesn’t mean I forgive him, though.”
“Sweetie, forgiveness is a powerful thing, not just for the person seeking it, but for the person giving it. To forgive someone is to heal yourself, to move on and start anew. Don’t you want that?”
Grey nodded his head. “I really do, Mom, but I still feel so damn pissed off.”
Landon going off into the sunset with Quinn wasn’t the main reason he was upset. Nope, it was Cruz and Willow that added to the twisted knots in his stomach. Grey knew he had no claim over Willow, none whatsoever, but knowing that Cruz and her were somewhat of an item was killing him.
The memory of Willow kept Grey up at night…her smile, her eyes, and her body haunted him, and the fact that Cruz had access to all of those things any time he wanted was slowly, but surely, eating away at Grey’s sanity.
He admitted to his mom a little bit ago that he knew he wasn’t in love with Quinn…that he loved her, but wasn’t in love with her, that he was holding on to their past when they were really drifting apart in their present. It was obvious from the way they just didn’t physically connect anymore. It took Quinn breaking up with him and some serious Mom therapy to see the truth, but now that he did, he was slowly starting to let go of that pain. But that didn’t mean he forgave his brother; he was still working on that.
“Have you talked to your brother at all?”
Shamefully, Grey shook his head. He’d been avoiding Landon ever since they got off the tour bus.
“Grey, family is forever. When your dad and I pass, we want to know that you boys will be there for each other…”
“I get that, Mom,” Grey interrupted, “But, can we acknowledge the fact that my brother stole my girlfriend?”
“Don’t raise your voice at me, son.” Grey cowered from her stern tone. “He did not steal your girlfriend. You two were no longer together when Landon decided to make his move.”
“For a day, Mom, one damn day was all it took.”
“A day for you, but years for him…”
“Why does it seem like you’re taking his side?”
Grey’s mom squeezed his hand and said, “I don’t take sides; I’m the voice of reason in this house and yes, Landon should have waited and talked to you about his feelings before he went after Quinn, but you, my son, are being an ass. Your brother loves you, and he’s shown how much he’s loved you over the years by allowing you to be happy with the girl he considers his soul mate. If that isn’t selfless, I don’t know what is. It may hurt now, but know this, that boy accepted the notion that you two were on the road to marriage, and he never once tried to break you two up. Instead, he was supportive and was your sounding board. He’s your brother, your blood, it’s time you forgive and forget.”
Mama Cross stood up, brushed off the bottom of her pants,