He half expected her to ask who he was or why he’d been eavesdropping, but instead she said, “How is this my life?” “No, I have a better question. Why are you asking Grady what to do?” “Hey,” Grady grumbled without pausing in his scalp massage. Jess groaned. “Oh God, you’re right. The man has the emotional intelligence of a garden snail.” “I’m very fond of him,” Max said, because it seemed rude to agree out loud when Grady could hear him.
