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Jayne said, “Is it time to dance yet? I feel like dancin’.”

Grace chuckled and said, “In a few more minutes. You just enjoy your buzz.” She turned serious eyes on Maizy and said, “So they’d like to sit down and talk with you tonight?”

“Yeah, what do you think? I mean, you remember what it was like with Jack, Ethan, and Adam, right?” Grace had already shared a few details about her relationship with the three men who adored her and she obviously adored in return.

Grace settled her elbows on the table and the others also leaned forward. “I remember being afraid it was moving too fast. In retrospect, I realized that my relationship with Jack, Ethan, and Adam felt that way to me because I was used to waiting and waiting…hoping for good things. And when something really good fell into my lap, I didn’t trust it at first because I was in a perpetual state of waiting.”

Maizy nodded. What Grace was saying was ringing true for her, too.

Grace sat for a second and smiled, obviously remembering. “They weren’t pushy with me at all. I noticed that they each brought something special to all the encounters I had with them, like they contributed to the whole and the whole felt so right, so wonderful. I came to think of us as a foursome from practically the beginning. I had a crush on Jack forever, it seemed, but once the four of us spent time together, that was what I wanted. Is that how it is with Cody, Heath, and Spencer?”

Maizy nodded. “They’re so different, and together, so wonderful. Cody is…” She let out a slow sigh, still feeling his touch and the taste of his kiss on her tongue. “Imposing, but so gentle. When he talks to me, there isn’t a lot of subtext. He’s straightforward.”

Grace smiled and nodded knowingly, and Jayne emitted a happy, contented sigh and said, “Yeah,” then giggled, evidently realizing she’d spoken out loud. “Sounds like Seth. Doesn’t talk a lot but I know where he stands and what he thinks.” The cat-that-ate-the-canary look on her face, combined with the blush in her cheeks, spoke volumes.

Lucy nodded. “Patrick is that way, too. And a little bossy. I’ll bet Cody is bossy.”

Maizy felt a blush heat her own cheeks. “I think I’d let him boss me. And Heath is such a tease. His eyes sparkle when he talks to me. I think sometimes he does that to make me feel comfortable with the three of them.”

Grace said, “He reminds me of Ethan sometimes. He’s good at reading people which feeds into his need to take care of people. Heath was sure all along that they’d find you, Maizy. He follows his gut. Being like that makes him good at his job,” she said, pointing to where Heath stood behind the bar watching the club. At that moment, he looked right at Maizy, grinned, and blew her a kiss.

Grace said, “If I was single and in your shoes, I couldn’t resist that.”

Maizy sighed, knowing resistance was futile. “I know,” she said drawing out the last syllable and making the girls chuckle. “And Spencer. Something about him pulls at my heart. He’s the most reserved of them. I don’t know if that’s because he’s shy or because he’s been hurt.”

Grace shook her head slowly. “I’m not sure. Of the three I know the least about him, but I get what you mean.”

“When I see him, I just want to curl up into him, not just for my own benefit but for his as well. He makes me feel safe when he hugs me. They all do, but there’s something very comforting about him.”

Grace had rosy cheeks when she said, “I think I know exactly what you’re talking about. Great kissers?”

“Oh, boy,” Maizy said as she put her hands on her cheeks to cool them. “They turn me into a warm puddle of goo.”

Lucy said, “It sounds like you’ve decided to go home with them then?” Maizy could see the concern in her future sister-in-law’s eyes.

“I think so, Lucy.”

Grace reached out and patted Maizy’s forearm. “Cody, Heath, and Spencer wouldn’t rush you into anything.”

Lucy smiled. “I’ve known them for the shortest period of time of the three of us, and even I know that much. What about your work? Do they understand about all that?”

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