Chapter 37 The good, meaty bones

• By the time Amberleigh made it to the door, she’d already missed some of the words passing between them, obviously. But she still caught the gist of it, the good, meaty bones.
• “... invited her here and you’re treating her like shit. You’re being a total dick. It’s not her fault, so stop fucking taking it all out on her man.”
• Next came the sound of a slamming door, perhaps a closet or armoire or something, because she could still hear Grayson clearly. He obviously hadn’t moved into the bathroom.