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“I kinda gave him hell last night for hitting Ethan.” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Damn, he wanted to kiss her again.
Mason glanced at Michael, who shrugged.
“Ethan hurt himself,” Mason said.
“I know that now. I just got it all wrong.” She blew out a mouthful of air. “Anyway, I should go.” Her eyes flickered to Michael’s. “Sorry again.”
“I’ll walk you to your car,” Michael told her.
Her eyes caught his. “No need.”
“I insist.”
“Okay then. Bye, Mason.”
“See you around, Grace.”
She shot his brother a smile and walked toward the back door, reaching down to grab her boots. When she’d pulled them on, she looked so hot he wanted to scoop her up in his arms and take her to bed.
Short shorts. Tight top. Engineer boots.
What wouldn’t he give to take her while she looked like that? Up against the stable wall, hay in her hair, head tipped back as he took her to oblivion.
When her boots were laced up, he stepped outside with her, placing his hand on the curve of her back.
“You think he suspected anything?” she asked.
He shrugged. It was Mason. He never noticed anything that wasn’t right in front of his face. And from the sound of the refrigerator door opening, his mind was on other things, anyway.
“What are you doing tonight?” Michael asked as they rounded the corner toward the driveway. There really was hay in her hair. He picked out a stalk and handed it to her. She grinned.
“Washing my hair.”
“I’ll be there at eight.”
Grace lifted a brow. “You’re coming to mine?”
“That’s the plan.”
Her smile widened. “Good. Bring some food because I’m a terrible cook.”
It was his turn to smile. “Sure. Wouldn’t want you to starve.”
ChapterThirteen
Call her superficial,but she spent the rest of the afternoon in her bathroom, washing her hair, shaving her legs.
Shavingeverything.
And when she finally got out of the shower and smothered herself in moisturizer, she spent another hour trying to decide what to wear.
By the time she’d settled on a silk tank and black shorts, her bedroom looked like a hurricane had wreaked havoc in it. Clothes were scattered across her bed and floor, and picking them all up and rehanging them made her feel sweaty and as though she should take another shower.
When everything was finally tidy, she walked toward her bedroom door, glimpsing herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked exactly how she felt. Edgy. Anxious. Still completely turned on from the feel of his mouth and his body and that thick thigh between hers.
She almost embarrassed herself in the kitchen. Probably would have if Mason hadn’t come in.
And thank the heavens it had been Mason. Her lovely cousin was laid back and chill to the nth degree.
