"I know," he groaned and linked his fingers with Indianna's, pulling her hand onto his lap. "And I'm so sorry. I promise I'm done with secrets, sugar."

Indianna let Greyson's thoughts fill her mind and she nodded, knowing that he really was sorry.

"Are we good?"

Indianna shook her head. "No. I accept that you are sorry, but I'm not forgiving you just yet."

"You're so stubborn," Greyson muttered and drew circles on Indianna's hand with his thumb.

"I get it from my dad," she said quietly.

Greyson ...