Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Secret No More ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
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By: DefiantVixen 
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 179 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.24.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 179 | Status: Completed
Secret No More
Summary: With Tracey a female in hiding, and now his girlfriend, Gary has a hard time keeping his hands off her with his grandfather away...but then Ash and Co just had to pay a visit. When will they leave?
Pairings: Gary/Tracey
Disclaimer: I don’t own the series Pokemon or any character associated.
Warnings: Tracey is portrayed as female in gender in this story. Yes, I know he’s a guy, and yes there have been episodes where Tracey had been shirtless, let’s just pretend that never happened for the sake of it, ok?
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Chapter 3:
Sitting glumly at his end of the couch, Gary stared out the large windows to the view of the luscious trees and grass of the fields surrounding his grandfather’s labs. He had his back turned to the small group of talking and laughing friends, chin in one hand as he sulked quietly to himself.
He was friends with the three behind him, don't get him wrong, it was just that they have the worse timing ever. Couldn't they wait to visit until a couple of day’s time when his grandfather returned from his assignment elsewhere?
Behind him he could hear Tracey laugh at something Misty said, retelling a story where Ash’s clumsiness got them off track and pulled them all into yet another misadventure. From what Gary knows, all of their adventures started with Ash doing something either completely at random and silly to something charitable like helping a stranger.
Despite his mood, Gary couldn’t help but let a smile appear on his lips. Tracey had such a pretty laugh; it was light and airy, almost like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. He liked the way her face would brightened whenever she laughed, her hand hovering a few tantalizing inches from her lips and her eyelids slip close when she laughed just that little bit more.
She really had no idea of how much she affected him in day to day life. It was hard enough keeping his hands off her as it was. It was nice that she was so happy and carefree at the moment, and it warmed his heart to see her like this, but still...
All this waiting was torture!
It didn’t help him one bit that his mind decided to betray him and to add to his torture by going through a mental list of all the things he wanted to do when he was finally alone with Tracey again.
He was a male teenager for heaven's sake! He had wants and needs just like the next guy; he was just fortunate enough that Tracey knew of his feelings for her and returned them with as much passion as he did.
Why didn’t Ash and his posse get the point that they were unwanted here?
Gary’s body language couldn’t possibly be any more closed off. He had his back turned to their guest, his legs crossed away from them, he was gloomily looking out the window and he hadn’t contributed a thing to their conversation.
At least he was being a little bit civil as he hadn’t thrown any of them out yet.
Tracey, thankfully, hadn’t tried to get him involved with their conversation. She knew that if there was something that he did not want to do than nothing on this planet was going to make him do it. She once said that he was stubborn as a Tauros, but he preferred to be called focused and determined.
He was also highly suspicious.
Since the moment they first arrived, Gary had watched with a weary and critical gaze from the corner of his eye at Brock, the oldest boy in the room. He had this expression of perplexity on his tanned face and he appeared momentarily in thought. He was in his usual contemplative pose of one arm folded across his chest as the hand on the other stroked and tapped his chin. He was in real deep thought as he too hadn’t contributed much to the current conversation either.
But what really stood out at Gary was the fact that Brock had not taken his eyes off Tracey.
Could be know about Tracey's secret? Most likely. He possessed an internal radar that could pinpoint the exact location of any female from a mile away. It was something he perfected over the years and was very, very accurate...
Oh, if he even considered he might have a chance with Tracey, then he’s got another thing coming!
“Gary, you're glaring again,” Ash said as he unwilling pulled the brown-haired male out of his thoughts of murderous intent.
Gary shook his head and trained his eyes on his childhood friend. “What did you say?”
“Are you alright?” Ash asked, his brown shimmering with a sense of concern, and Pikachu, sitting on the seat next to him twitched its ears wearing a look of confusion. “You've been acting weird today.”
“Yeah,” Misty said as she looked at him with a slightly miffed expression, like she did not appreciate having someone turn their back to her. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were sulking.”
Gary immediately bristled and narrowed his eyes further. “I’m not sulking!” he denied loudly, promptly tensing in his seat to send a warning look to the his ‘guests’ before slumping back into his seat and folding his arms across his chest, this time facing the three.
Misty deadpanned and made a noise of disbelief. “Whatever you say, Gary.”
“He’s just been working hard for the last few days,” Tracey quickly intervened and gained everyone’s attention by doing so. “He’s just a bit grumpy because he’s tired. Don’t take any offense, please.”
A wry grin appeared on Gary’s lips, thinking that it was so typical that Tracey came to his aid like that, even when he was making things tense and difficult for her. She aimed to please and she did very well at it.
“Ok,” Misty muttered with a sense of understanding, but she still wore an expression of irritation. “I’ll let his behaviour slide this time.”
Gary snorted and felt really to retort her words when he felt a foot brush against his and he paused. He discreetly looked down and saw that it belonged to Tracey. It was a subtle movement, but it was enough to calm him down a fraction and he let his scathing resort die before they had a chance to be released.
Tracey sighed and leaned over to him; lowering her voice so only he could hear her. “Calm down, Gary,” she whispered. “Try to relax, you’re too tense. They’ll leave soon.”
“Not soon enough,” Gary replied and slumped further in his seat, propping his feet on the coffee table and folded his arms over his chest.
Tracey then leaned back into her seat, but not before sending Gary a look to behave and when Gary saw her eyes shimmering with a sense of pleading in them, he felt bad for his current attitude and he winced.
She really did put up with a lot from him, and she never really complained. She puts up with quite a bit, actually. It’s no easy task working as an assistant to a professor. It must be difficult for her to live under the same roof as two outgoing Oak men. Despite him having a good relationship with his grandfather, they still squabble like no tomorrow. They have two different views on things and how they should go about them. And poor Tracey is usually dragged in to play the mediator as she was constantly stuck in the middle.
Even after everything she has done for the two of them, especially him, she still saw herself as someone who needed to do better.
She was already perfect in his eyes and he’ll make her realize just how much afterwards.
After the guests leave!
“She then backhanded him into the river,” Ash said as he laughed lightly. Gary quickly snapped out of his thoughts again, his brow furrowing when he realized that he just caught the end of Ash’s story and had no idea what it was about.
“That was a little harsh,” Misty commented as she frowned slightly and shook her head seemingly in disbelief. “She could have easily said no. That water was ice water! Brock could have gotten hypothermia!”
Ah, so it was about Brock’s escapades with the ladies again. The poor guy had no luck whatsoever.
“Yeah,” Brock muttered as he scratched his cheek in slight embarrassment. “At least I knew what she meant.”
“I have to agree with Misty,” Tracey said as she too shook her head. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
“Nothing a hot bath couldn’t fix,” Brock quickly reassured as he sent Tracey a friendly smile, one with a sense of gratitude that she was worried about his health. She always worried about her friends whenever they started a new journey. “They don’t all end like that. Some just tell me flat out no.”
A somewhat of a sly looked suddenly appeared on Misty’s face and she nudged Brock in the side. “Why don’t you show Tracey what you did to try and impress Nurse Joy?”
Brock raised an eyebrow at her in slight confusion and the two of them stare each other, having a silent conversation. Misty tilted her head toward Tracey and then toward Gary, and Brock made a noise of understanding.
Gary felt his eyes narrow in suspicion as he watched the two with a critical gaze. Ash seemed oblivious and confused to what was happening around him as he merely looked back and forth between the two. Tracey was also wearing a look of confusion, but she also seemed slightly tensed, almost fearfully shy.
Those two were concocting a plan of some kind, he could just feel it.
“Sure,” Brock said as he climbed to his feet and edged his way over to Tracey, and held out a hand to help her up. “You opinion would be greatly appreciated.”
“Um...” Tracey stuttered shyly as she took his hand, much to Gary’s complete and utter jealousy and climbed to herself. “Sure.”
Brock suddenly took both of Tracey’s hands in his, her slender, lithe hands disappearing in his much larger ones. A light blush instantly stained her cheeks as her raven coloured eyes widen in surprise as Brock knelt down before her and gently kisses the back of her hand, prompting her to gasp softly at the gentlemanly display.
“I know I don’t have a chance with a beauty like you, but I just wanted to hear an angel speak,” Brock said in a deep and charming voice, making Tracey’s heart almost skip a beat. “It would fill my heart with such warmth to hear your sweet, sweet voice.”
Those words made Tracey’s heart flutter wildly in her chest and she swallowed thickly; it was almost as if Brock was speaking to her with such words of endearment, like he wanted to impress her. Like he was...flirting with her.
“I...” Tracey stuttered before she gave a nervous half smile, appearing as if she was trying to let him down softly. “And she said no to that?”
Brock dropped his chin to his chest in defeat and climbed to his feet again. “Can you believe it?” he whined.
Tracey would have patted him on the head in sympathy, but the older male still had her hands in his so all she could do was let her eyes soften in pity. “She must have been a fool.”
Gary was in shock by Brock’s audacity before he literally began to seethe in his own skin, his hackles rising up much like a Growlithe and he clenched his hands into fists. He suddenly leapt to his feet, stomped over to the two still holding hands and ripped them apart. He kept a hand on Tracey’s shoulder as he placed a hand on Brock’s chest, pushing him back with fearsome narrow eyes.
“Or she was taken by someone stronger and meaner that you are,” Gary hissed at Brock as he placed himself in-between him and Tracey.
“G-Gary!” Tracey stuttered in surprise as she subconsciously turned her body to face her secret boyfriend, hoping that he wasn’t angry with her.
Brock, however, didn’t seem surprised by his reaction. He laughed good-heartedly and placed a hand to the back of his head. “Oh, that could be a possibility!”
“What is with you today?” Misty asked as she eyed Gary through a narrow and suspicious gaze, Ash and Pikachu staying oddly quiet in the background for once. “You’re acting like a jealous and protective boyfriend or something.”
Gary immediately stiffened and dropped his hand from Tracey’s shoulder, the two of them taking a step back from each other to stop further suspicions from arising. “What could I be jealous about?” he asked.
Protective boyfriend? Yes, most definitely. And why shouldn’t he be? Tracey was a great catch after all. But jealous? Like hell! Why would he be jealous of Brock here?
“Oh, how about this one?” Brock suddenly said as he side stepped Gary, who was still having a glaring match with Misty and took Tracey’s hands again. “You look life my first wife!”
Tracey blinked slowly, trying to digest his sudden admission. “But you've never been married,” she simply stated, her face oddly blank of emotions.
Brock smiled brightly. “Exactly.”
Another nervous laugh passed Tracey’s lips and she gave him a forced smile, her eyes slipping close in a cute expression. “I see.”
Gary, once again, bristled dangerous and forced his way in-between the two, this time, his arm slipping around Tracey’s neck, unconsciously pulling her against him. “And you never will be if you keep this up!” he snarled.
Brock was officially pushing his luck, and by the way Misty seemed to be sniggering in her hand, she was as well...
Tracey decided that she had to put a stop to this before things escalated into an all out brawl, with Gary as the instigator. For a seventeen year old, he can act like a spoilt brat when the time called for it. But she loves him anyway.
“Personally, I think all you need to do, Brock, is to be yourself,” she said as she twisted herself out of Gary’s arms and moved to stand in front of the much taller teen. She placed her hand over her heart and gave him a very sincere look. “Don’t try too hard to get their attention, just make them feel comfortable around you. I’m sure you will find the perfect girl just for you one day.”
Brock appeared surprised at first and it took a moment for the words to sink in. His expression then softened and he gave Tracey a very heartfelt smile. “Thank you,” he said. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Tracey gave a soft laugh of embarrassment and began to cutely wring her fingers in front of her. “I’m sure that’s not true,” she said as a light blush adorned her cheeks.
“Oh look, we’re out of tea,” Brock suddenly announced as he picked up the empty tea pot in one hand and he grabbed the crook of Tracey’s arm in the other. “Why don’t you and I make another batch up right away?”
“Hey!” Gary yelled as he tried to walk after them, but then Brock turned around and wagged a finger in his face.
“Now now, you must be a gracious host and take care of your guests. We’ll only be a minute,” he said with a bright grin on his lips, but quickly afterwards, his expression turned serious and he gave Gary a determined look. “Besides, I need to speak with Tracey about something.”
Tracey instantly felt nervous when Brock leads her into the kitchen, her heart rate quickly rising. What could Brock possibly want to speak with her about so intently in privacy?
Looked like she was about to find out, without Gary there to back her up.
Summary: With Tracey a female in hiding, and now his girlfriend, Gary has a hard time keeping his hands off her with his grandfather away...but then Ash and Co just had to pay a visit. When will they leave?
Pairings: Gary/Tracey
Disclaimer: I don’t own the series Pokemon or any character associated.
Warnings: Tracey is portrayed as female in gender in this story. Yes, I know he’s a guy, and yes there have been episodes where Tracey had been shirtless, let’s just pretend that never happened for the sake of it, ok?
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Chapter 3:
Sitting glumly at his end of the couch, Gary stared out the large windows to the view of the luscious trees and grass of the fields surrounding his grandfather’s labs. He had his back turned to the small group of talking and laughing friends, chin in one hand as he sulked quietly to himself.
He was friends with the three behind him, don't get him wrong, it was just that they have the worse timing ever. Couldn't they wait to visit until a couple of day’s time when his grandfather returned from his assignment elsewhere?
Behind him he could hear Tracey laugh at something Misty said, retelling a story where Ash’s clumsiness got them off track and pulled them all into yet another misadventure. From what Gary knows, all of their adventures started with Ash doing something either completely at random and silly to something charitable like helping a stranger.
Despite his mood, Gary couldn’t help but let a smile appear on his lips. Tracey had such a pretty laugh; it was light and airy, almost like wind chimes in a gentle breeze. He liked the way her face would brightened whenever she laughed, her hand hovering a few tantalizing inches from her lips and her eyelids slip close when she laughed just that little bit more.
She really had no idea of how much she affected him in day to day life. It was hard enough keeping his hands off her as it was. It was nice that she was so happy and carefree at the moment, and it warmed his heart to see her like this, but still...
All this waiting was torture!
It didn’t help him one bit that his mind decided to betray him and to add to his torture by going through a mental list of all the things he wanted to do when he was finally alone with Tracey again.
He was a male teenager for heaven's sake! He had wants and needs just like the next guy; he was just fortunate enough that Tracey knew of his feelings for her and returned them with as much passion as he did.
Why didn’t Ash and his posse get the point that they were unwanted here?
Gary’s body language couldn’t possibly be any more closed off. He had his back turned to their guest, his legs crossed away from them, he was gloomily looking out the window and he hadn’t contributed a thing to their conversation.
At least he was being a little bit civil as he hadn’t thrown any of them out yet.
Tracey, thankfully, hadn’t tried to get him involved with their conversation. She knew that if there was something that he did not want to do than nothing on this planet was going to make him do it. She once said that he was stubborn as a Tauros, but he preferred to be called focused and determined.
He was also highly suspicious.
Since the moment they first arrived, Gary had watched with a weary and critical gaze from the corner of his eye at Brock, the oldest boy in the room. He had this expression of perplexity on his tanned face and he appeared momentarily in thought. He was in his usual contemplative pose of one arm folded across his chest as the hand on the other stroked and tapped his chin. He was in real deep thought as he too hadn’t contributed much to the current conversation either.
But what really stood out at Gary was the fact that Brock had not taken his eyes off Tracey.
Could be know about Tracey's secret? Most likely. He possessed an internal radar that could pinpoint the exact location of any female from a mile away. It was something he perfected over the years and was very, very accurate...
Oh, if he even considered he might have a chance with Tracey, then he’s got another thing coming!
“Gary, you're glaring again,” Ash said as he unwilling pulled the brown-haired male out of his thoughts of murderous intent.
Gary shook his head and trained his eyes on his childhood friend. “What did you say?”
“Are you alright?” Ash asked, his brown shimmering with a sense of concern, and Pikachu, sitting on the seat next to him twitched its ears wearing a look of confusion. “You've been acting weird today.”
“Yeah,” Misty said as she looked at him with a slightly miffed expression, like she did not appreciate having someone turn their back to her. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were sulking.”
Gary immediately bristled and narrowed his eyes further. “I’m not sulking!” he denied loudly, promptly tensing in his seat to send a warning look to the his ‘guests’ before slumping back into his seat and folding his arms across his chest, this time facing the three.
Misty deadpanned and made a noise of disbelief. “Whatever you say, Gary.”
“He’s just been working hard for the last few days,” Tracey quickly intervened and gained everyone’s attention by doing so. “He’s just a bit grumpy because he’s tired. Don’t take any offense, please.”
A wry grin appeared on Gary’s lips, thinking that it was so typical that Tracey came to his aid like that, even when he was making things tense and difficult for her. She aimed to please and she did very well at it.
“Ok,” Misty muttered with a sense of understanding, but she still wore an expression of irritation. “I’ll let his behaviour slide this time.”
Gary snorted and felt really to retort her words when he felt a foot brush against his and he paused. He discreetly looked down and saw that it belonged to Tracey. It was a subtle movement, but it was enough to calm him down a fraction and he let his scathing resort die before they had a chance to be released.
Tracey sighed and leaned over to him; lowering her voice so only he could hear her. “Calm down, Gary,” she whispered. “Try to relax, you’re too tense. They’ll leave soon.”
“Not soon enough,” Gary replied and slumped further in his seat, propping his feet on the coffee table and folded his arms over his chest.
Tracey then leaned back into her seat, but not before sending Gary a look to behave and when Gary saw her eyes shimmering with a sense of pleading in them, he felt bad for his current attitude and he winced.
She really did put up with a lot from him, and she never really complained. She puts up with quite a bit, actually. It’s no easy task working as an assistant to a professor. It must be difficult for her to live under the same roof as two outgoing Oak men. Despite him having a good relationship with his grandfather, they still squabble like no tomorrow. They have two different views on things and how they should go about them. And poor Tracey is usually dragged in to play the mediator as she was constantly stuck in the middle.
Even after everything she has done for the two of them, especially him, she still saw herself as someone who needed to do better.
She was already perfect in his eyes and he’ll make her realize just how much afterwards.
After the guests leave!
“She then backhanded him into the river,” Ash said as he laughed lightly. Gary quickly snapped out of his thoughts again, his brow furrowing when he realized that he just caught the end of Ash’s story and had no idea what it was about.
“That was a little harsh,” Misty commented as she frowned slightly and shook her head seemingly in disbelief. “She could have easily said no. That water was ice water! Brock could have gotten hypothermia!”
Ah, so it was about Brock’s escapades with the ladies again. The poor guy had no luck whatsoever.
“Yeah,” Brock muttered as he scratched his cheek in slight embarrassment. “At least I knew what she meant.”
“I have to agree with Misty,” Tracey said as she too shook her head. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
“Nothing a hot bath couldn’t fix,” Brock quickly reassured as he sent Tracey a friendly smile, one with a sense of gratitude that she was worried about his health. She always worried about her friends whenever they started a new journey. “They don’t all end like that. Some just tell me flat out no.”
A somewhat of a sly looked suddenly appeared on Misty’s face and she nudged Brock in the side. “Why don’t you show Tracey what you did to try and impress Nurse Joy?”
Brock raised an eyebrow at her in slight confusion and the two of them stare each other, having a silent conversation. Misty tilted her head toward Tracey and then toward Gary, and Brock made a noise of understanding.
Gary felt his eyes narrow in suspicion as he watched the two with a critical gaze. Ash seemed oblivious and confused to what was happening around him as he merely looked back and forth between the two. Tracey was also wearing a look of confusion, but she also seemed slightly tensed, almost fearfully shy.
Those two were concocting a plan of some kind, he could just feel it.
“Sure,” Brock said as he climbed to his feet and edged his way over to Tracey, and held out a hand to help her up. “You opinion would be greatly appreciated.”
“Um...” Tracey stuttered shyly as she took his hand, much to Gary’s complete and utter jealousy and climbed to herself. “Sure.”
Brock suddenly took both of Tracey’s hands in his, her slender, lithe hands disappearing in his much larger ones. A light blush instantly stained her cheeks as her raven coloured eyes widen in surprise as Brock knelt down before her and gently kisses the back of her hand, prompting her to gasp softly at the gentlemanly display.
“I know I don’t have a chance with a beauty like you, but I just wanted to hear an angel speak,” Brock said in a deep and charming voice, making Tracey’s heart almost skip a beat. “It would fill my heart with such warmth to hear your sweet, sweet voice.”
Those words made Tracey’s heart flutter wildly in her chest and she swallowed thickly; it was almost as if Brock was speaking to her with such words of endearment, like he wanted to impress her. Like he was...flirting with her.
“I...” Tracey stuttered before she gave a nervous half smile, appearing as if she was trying to let him down softly. “And she said no to that?”
Brock dropped his chin to his chest in defeat and climbed to his feet again. “Can you believe it?” he whined.
Tracey would have patted him on the head in sympathy, but the older male still had her hands in his so all she could do was let her eyes soften in pity. “She must have been a fool.”
Gary was in shock by Brock’s audacity before he literally began to seethe in his own skin, his hackles rising up much like a Growlithe and he clenched his hands into fists. He suddenly leapt to his feet, stomped over to the two still holding hands and ripped them apart. He kept a hand on Tracey’s shoulder as he placed a hand on Brock’s chest, pushing him back with fearsome narrow eyes.
“Or she was taken by someone stronger and meaner that you are,” Gary hissed at Brock as he placed himself in-between him and Tracey.
“G-Gary!” Tracey stuttered in surprise as she subconsciously turned her body to face her secret boyfriend, hoping that he wasn’t angry with her.
Brock, however, didn’t seem surprised by his reaction. He laughed good-heartedly and placed a hand to the back of his head. “Oh, that could be a possibility!”
“What is with you today?” Misty asked as she eyed Gary through a narrow and suspicious gaze, Ash and Pikachu staying oddly quiet in the background for once. “You’re acting like a jealous and protective boyfriend or something.”
Gary immediately stiffened and dropped his hand from Tracey’s shoulder, the two of them taking a step back from each other to stop further suspicions from arising. “What could I be jealous about?” he asked.
Protective boyfriend? Yes, most definitely. And why shouldn’t he be? Tracey was a great catch after all. But jealous? Like hell! Why would he be jealous of Brock here?
“Oh, how about this one?” Brock suddenly said as he side stepped Gary, who was still having a glaring match with Misty and took Tracey’s hands again. “You look life my first wife!”
Tracey blinked slowly, trying to digest his sudden admission. “But you've never been married,” she simply stated, her face oddly blank of emotions.
Brock smiled brightly. “Exactly.”
Another nervous laugh passed Tracey’s lips and she gave him a forced smile, her eyes slipping close in a cute expression. “I see.”
Gary, once again, bristled dangerous and forced his way in-between the two, this time, his arm slipping around Tracey’s neck, unconsciously pulling her against him. “And you never will be if you keep this up!” he snarled.
Brock was officially pushing his luck, and by the way Misty seemed to be sniggering in her hand, she was as well...
Tracey decided that she had to put a stop to this before things escalated into an all out brawl, with Gary as the instigator. For a seventeen year old, he can act like a spoilt brat when the time called for it. But she loves him anyway.
“Personally, I think all you need to do, Brock, is to be yourself,” she said as she twisted herself out of Gary’s arms and moved to stand in front of the much taller teen. She placed her hand over her heart and gave him a very sincere look. “Don’t try too hard to get their attention, just make them feel comfortable around you. I’m sure you will find the perfect girl just for you one day.”
Brock appeared surprised at first and it took a moment for the words to sink in. His expression then softened and he gave Tracey a very heartfelt smile. “Thank you,” he said. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
Tracey gave a soft laugh of embarrassment and began to cutely wring her fingers in front of her. “I’m sure that’s not true,” she said as a light blush adorned her cheeks.
“Oh look, we’re out of tea,” Brock suddenly announced as he picked up the empty tea pot in one hand and he grabbed the crook of Tracey’s arm in the other. “Why don’t you and I make another batch up right away?”
“Hey!” Gary yelled as he tried to walk after them, but then Brock turned around and wagged a finger in his face.
“Now now, you must be a gracious host and take care of your guests. We’ll only be a minute,” he said with a bright grin on his lips, but quickly afterwards, his expression turned serious and he gave Gary a determined look. “Besides, I need to speak with Tracey about something.”
Tracey instantly felt nervous when Brock leads her into the kitchen, her heart rate quickly rising. What could Brock possibly want to speak with her about so intently in privacy?
Looked like she was about to find out, without Gary there to back her up.