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“Nope. Would have warned you if I did.” Cam wrinkled his nose. “Sorry.”
“She’s not my type.”
“Who is your type?” Cam looked genuinely interested.
“Not somebody my mom chooses for me.”
And then Michael saw Grace walk over to where her cousins – and his step-cousins – were sitting. She shot him a glance and then opened her chair, turning her back to him.
Yeah, she was annoyed.
He would be too, if her mom tried to set her up with a guy atChairs.
“I’ll talk to your mom later.” Cam shifted his feet. “Can you just be nice to Rhona for tonight?”
“I wasn’t going to tell her to get out of here.”
Cam slapped his back. “Good. You coming back?”
“Yeah.”
His phone buzzed in his pocket. “Actually, can you take the other beer back to Rhona? I’ll be there in a minute.” He pulled his phone out.
“Sure. Work problems?” Cam took the second bottle.
“Something like that.” As soon as Cam had left the drinks table, Michael read Grace’s message.
If she touches you, I’ll kill her. – G x
His lips twitched. Grace had already told him how much she hated violence, but he wasn’t going to lie, her jealousy touched him.
Got it. And I’m sorry. – M x
You should be. Now go talk to your new girlfriend. – G x
He rolled his eyes.
She’s not my girlfriend. You are. And I can’t tell you how happy that makes me. – M x
* * *
“You okay?” Presley asked Grace as they sat around the circle of cousins atChairson Friday. The sun was still up, and the evening warmth was still lingering. She’d slathered herself in bug spray because the insects always made a beeline for her.
“I’m fine. Why?”
“You keep looking over your shoulder at where your parents are. I wondered if you’d pissed them off or something.”
Grace blinked. She wasn’t looking at her parents at all, though they were standing in the same group as Michael and Rhona. No, she was watching Michael, and watching that damn woman.
She hated this. Hated the way her body tingled with jealousy. And yeah, she was trying to be cool about it because this wasn’t Michael’s fault, but ugh.
“When do you leave for New York?” Sabrina asked.
“First thing in the morning.” Grace wrinkled her nose. “The middle of the night, really.” It was scary how easily the lies ran off her tongue. But then she and Michael were lying left, right, and center.
They’d spent the week setting up their alibis. Her with her parents and cousins, him with his own parents.
“I wish I was going with you,” Sabrina said.
