“What’s happened between us lately. We’ve known each other for most of our lives, and now, we’re…now, it’s different. For now.” I add the last part quickly, so he knows I’m not harboring any delusions about where this might lead.

“No. It’s the opposite of weird.”

I tilt my head. “What is the opposite of weird?”

Gray shrugs as he starts assembling the base of the bookcase. “Not sure. Usual?”

“I don’t think I want to be usual,” I protest.

“It’s not a bad thing,” he counters.

“I guess not.” I watch him work, deft movements shifting wood and sorting screws.

“Which one of these”—he gestures toward the stacks—“is your favorite book?”

I flip through the closest pile. “No idea. I told you, I haven’t read most of them.”

Gray chuckles and leans past me to grab one of them. “No way. You bought the sex books?”

My cheeks burn as I snatch my copy of Fifty Shades of Grey back from him. “Just the first one. I wanted to know what all the hype was about.”

“Did you read it?”

“I started it,” I admit.

“Got too graphic for you?” he teases.

I toss the book back. “If you’re so interested, why don’t you read it?”

He pages through the beginning, like he’s actually going to. “From the Library of Dr. Evie Collins?”

I’m sure I’m blushing again. “It was a graduation gift. I just got it, and I’m trying it out.”

“Didn’t you graduate almost a month ago?”

“Uh, yeah.” I play with the hem of my—well, Gray’s—shirt. “It was from Logan. He moved, so it got lost in the mail. It just arrived today.”

“Hmm.” An innocuous sound that hints at a lot.

I fall right for it. “What?”

“I guarantee he’s had it this whole time. He just wanted to figure out where you two stood first.”

Male insight is welcome even if the only guy I’m really interested in analyzing is him.

“How do you know?”

“You broke up with him, right?”

“Yeah.”

“He gave you time to miss him, and now he’s testing the waters.”

“I think he’s dating someone. The chef, remember?” I hurriedly continue since the context of that conversation isn’t one I want to dwell on. “We were friends before. He’s just being…friendly.” I think.

Gray scoffs. “If you say so. But I’m guessing he’ll try to get back together with you.”

“It’s not going to happen,” I tell him. Despite what I told Sloane earlier, I have no regrets about ending things with Logan. Not to mention, I’m more interested in analyzing the fact that Gray is analyzing things than his actual analysis.

“Did you love him?” Gray’s not building my bookshelf anymore. He’s completely focused on me.