Those Red High Heels by Katherine May Page A

again. So what if I was going to see Greyson. So what if I thought about him all night, and couldn’t get his perfect damn face out of my mind. So what if when I saw his car pull up to the curb, I wanted to grin from ear to ear, but I had to control myself and make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal. That it was two friends helping their best friends out. I let that last thought linger in my head for a minute before I stepped over to Greyson’s car. When the door opened and Greyson finally stepped out, I had to gather myself quickly, because either he was wearing a shirt that was made specifically to match his eyes, or he had one hell of a stylist.
    “Good morning, Emma.”
    I might have purposely worn a form fitting dress with my over the knee boots to goad a response from Greyson that I was hoping for. I had never in my life gone after a taken man, and I wasn’t planning on starting, but something in me wanted to make Greyson Lyons want me. Not that I would ever find out, but it didn’t compress my need to appeal to him.
    I smiled and slipped into his car, setting my purse securely on my lap before hearing him close the door behind me. I had, of course, left Stolen Ivory inside of my room this time, under my pillow so the next episode of WWE would be left to the real stars on TV.
    Greyson walked around the car and entered the other side. When he was securely seated beside me, Tony merged into what can only be described as a sea of yellow bumblebees frantically making their way to their beehive. I don’t know if I would ever get used to the amount of taxis on this small island.
    “Thank you, Greyson, for coming with me today. I know Brynn appreciates it, but I hope this didn’t interfere with any of your work plans.”
    “No, I went in this morning to catch up on a few things, so the timing of this appointment worked out well.” He smiled over at me and was about point-five seconds away from making me go into a Greyson trance before I snapped out of it.
    “So, do you know much about this band? Are you into music?” I knew this was small talk, but a huge part of me was very interested in getting to know this man. He intrigued me.
    Greyson sat back and relaxed a little. “I do love music. I grew up mostly listening to classical, because that’s all that was acceptable. I also love the oldies like Frank and Nat King Cole.”
    “I love Nat King Cole. His voice was amazing.” I sighed and remembered when I would go over to my Granddad’s house, how we would listen to Mr. Cole over and over again. He also loved the Glen Miller Band, which made me think of him anytime I heard it on a radio station. “What about Elvis?”
    Greyson immediately started shaking his head. “Please tell me you’re not an Elvis fan. I don’t think we can be friends if you tell me you like his music.”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; who doesn’t like Elvis? He’s the king for a reason. “Are you kidding me? Are you being a New York snob and dissing Elvis? The Elvis?”
    “A New York snob?” was all I got back in response.
    “Yes, snob. Elvis may have went out in a crappy way, but his voice, his music. He brought a whole new genre of music to our nation. I do like him. Do we need to draw a line across the back seat?”
    Greyson let out a huge laugh and leaned over to me, and when he reached out presumably to grab my hand, I went still and looked at his beautiful blue eyes. The atmosphere shifted quickly, and just as fast as his reaction happened, he pulled back his hand and placed it back on his leg.
    I broke the sudden awkwardness by asking an equally awkward question. “So, did you and Nora get things patched up?” The minute that question left my mouth, I instantly regretted it, but also inwardly was happy because I really needed to know that his going to Ellis and Liberty Island hadn’t resulted in a huge argument.
    Greyson let out a little sigh, and answered my question right away. If I did make him