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After a quick trip to the bathroom to check her hair and fix her lipstick, she wandered over to the auction table and look at the offerings.
A day on Trevor Montgomery’s ranch! Fly up to his private cabin overlooking Jackson Hole and enjoy a gourmet picnic for up to six people!
Whoa. Trevor Montgomery lives here? Damn.She moved on to the next item.
A custom couture wedding gown designed by Knox Holliday!
She picked up the lookbook, and her jaw dropped.Are you kidding me?She didn’t regret wearing her grandma’s dress, but she would’ve loved to wear one of these. With detailed embroidery, lace, beadwork, and crystals, they werestunning.
A four-night ski package at Wild Wolff Village Resort including all meals, champagne, and ski passes!
That’d be fun. Grace checked the bids—holy moly! They were already in the high five figures.
Her phone vibrated, and she pulled it from the borrowed clutch.
Jaime: Where are you?
Why? Is it time for me to leave?
Is the hotel’s driver waiting for me?
But she had no reason to be bitchy. He’d done nothing wrong. Not only did he invite her, but he’d arranged for her to get all dressed up.
Besides, he’d done an outstanding job setting her expectations.
Grace: I’m at the auction table. Where are you?
When he didn’t answer, when she didn’t even see three bouncing dots to indicate he was working on a response, she turned to look for him in the ballroom. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, an orchestra played, and servers dressed in black and white threaded through the crowd with silver platters.
Outside of TV and movies, she’d never seen so much glamour. Everyone was dressed in designer duds, the men in polished black dress shoes and the woman in diamonds and jewels.
And knowing Jaime Dupree was coming for her sent her pulse soaring.
Obviously, nothing would ever happen between them, but she was still in the throes of a silly crush. The butterflies in her stomach grew increasingly restless as she waited for him to appear.
As she scanned the crowd, she marveled at these mountain men. Were they all strapping and handsome?
Wait—was thatTrevor Montgomery?In a kilt, knee socks, and shiny black boots, it couldn’t be anyone else. Lord, the actor was handsome.
And then, her gaze landed on him.
Jaime.
The sight of him hit like a Taser to her chest. In a room where everyone had groomed and polished and scrubbed themselves shiny, he stood out with his scruff and tousled hair. If it weren’t for the black tux that hugged his broad shoulders and muscular thighs, he would look like a man who’d just rode in from mending a fence on the back forty. He hadn’t even bothered to run a comb through all that dirty blond hair.
He prowled through the room, his impatient gaze flitting, as if looking for his prey.
He found it.
It’s me.
A smile of pure relief cracked his features wide open. Someone reached out to grip his hand, but the way he stared at Grace—like she was the first sighting of land after being adrift—had the gentleman turning to look, too.
She didn’t know what to do under that scrutiny, so she just waved. Awkwardly.
Never taking his eyes off her, Jaime exchanged a few more words with the guest, dropped his hand, and then stalked toward her.
There was no other way to describe the way he moved.
