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to think they don’t ,” his focus came back up and locked right on Grey’s eyes, “believe I’m a liar when we’re doing it.”
    Grey shoved into Sirus, and suddenly they were toe-to-toe, circling and pushing into each other’s space. Grey’s hazel eyes darkened to almost green, and an arrogant smile twisted his hard lips. “You flatter yourself, Wilder, if you think I would ever bend over for you.”
    Sirus snorted right in Grey’s face. “You think I’m insulted by that statement, Cole ?
    All I have to do is look at you to know you wouldn’t spread yourself open for anybody.”
    God, Sirus fought the urge to shove Grey onto the floor and penetrate his ass, just to prove how much the man would love a fucking between them. Sirus’s cock stirred to do just that, but he ignored it for the purely physical response it was. “Don’t pretend your refusal has anything to do with me.”
    “I’m not pretending one goddamn thing.” Grey snarled and pushed, as if Sirus had just accused him of murder. “You’re the one who has water,” he reached back, opened the spray, and waved his arm across the basin in a sarcastic sweeping gesture, “when you told me yesterday that you didn’t.”
    “And in my house,” Sirus spoke each world very deliberately, “I still don’t.” He shoved Grey’s arm aside and shut off the water. A rich bastard like Grey might not care, but Sirus didn’t waste money just to prove a point. Curling his hands into tight fists, he bared his teeth right back at Grey. “You want to go take a shit or a shower in my bathroom and find out?” He grabbed Grey’s arm and hauled him out of his workspace toward the cabin. “The water that runs in the shed doesn’t have anything to do with the pipes in my cabin, so yeah, I can have water down there and still not have it in my home.”
    Grey struggled against Sirus’s rough hold, but Sirus couldn’t stop walking or make his hand release the hard, toned muscles that strained under his digging fingers.
    “Which attack from you should I defend next, huh?” Sirus threw the words out over his shoulder. “That I knew you hadn’t taken a vacation in a long time? Guess what, asshole? I already told you that your sister and I are friends. She loves you so she talks about you, and that’s how I knew. There is no vast conspiracy to get me into your cabin and your bed, so get the hell over yourself. You want to be alone, then be alone. Nobody gives a shit.”
    Grey yanked his arm out of Sirus’s grasp with a surprising burst of strength, growling as he did it. He spun Sirus around and jammed him into the cabin wall with a palm pressed flat against his chest. His fingers curled and dug into Sirus’s pecs, and his face seemed to become a creation of all hard lines and angles, with mossy coldness in his eyes, and lips that thinned down to little more than a slash. “You don’t know anything about my life, or why I’m alone.” Grey flinched as he spoke those words; Sirus saw it. He watched as the man shook off the tell and regrouped. “But don’t you dare say nobody gives a shit about me. Kelsie cares. John cares. I have people.” His chest heaved, and his voice cracked. “I do.”
    Sirus stared at the man before him, at a hard shell straining on all four corners, struggling to contain whatever volatile emotions lived inside him. Sirus’s chest squeezed and he slumped against the wall at his back, all the strung-tight tension melting right out of him. “Okay,” he said softly, uncertain about speaking loudly in Grey’s presence right now. “I believe you. I apologize. You implied I was a liar and it pissed me off. I retaliated. You can call me a lot of harsh names, and some of them will even be true, but I’m not a liar, and I won’t just stand quietly when someone implies that I am.”
    Grey let go of his hold on Sirus and shoved his hands into his pockets. “And maybe it just seemed like too many coincidences, so I put pieces together