“What about him?”
Grant lowered his voice.
“You should tell Logan who you really are.”
I stared at him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do.”
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then Grant smiled.
Not the arrogant smile from earlier.
Something more cautious.
“You think nobody knows about Fort Bragg?”
My stomach tightened.
He continued.
“Or Ranger Regiment?”
I said nothing.
His voice became quieter.
“I know exactly what kind of woman lives in that blue house.”
I looked at him.
And suddenly, the neighborhood felt different.
The challenge hadn’t been spontaneous.
The cameras hadn’t been accidental.
The humiliation wasn’t the point.
Grant had known.
Maybe not everything.
But enough.
“Why?” I asked.
He looked directly into my eyes.
“Because my son doesn’t lose.”
I almost laughed.
“You’re confusing your son’s ego with reality.”
Grant leaned closer.
