to-go
containers in hand, she’d wanted to surprise Grant. She hadn’t known exactly
where Lane was, but based on their conversation a short while ago when she had
passed him in the stables, she’d hoped he would make his way over to Grant’s
before the night was out.
She wasn’t disappointed.
Clearly, Grant wasn’t, either.
As much as she wanted to interrupt them in the shower
by joining them, she had opted to give them a little time together. She knew
they needed it. Lane had an uncanny effect on Grant, and knowing Grant’s
current mood, leaving the two of them alone would only benefit her in the end.
“Gracie? What the…”
Grace glanced up at the doorway to Grant’s bathroom
and smiled. “Hi.”
“What… What are you doin’ here?” Grant asked, looking
confused and possibly a tad guilty.
“Eating dinner. What are you doin’?” she asked
shamelessly, taking a bite of macaroni and cheese while she admired the nearly
naked cowboy standing in the doorway in nothing but a towel.
God had taken out all the stops when he’d made Grant.
Tall and lean, the man had the perfect amount of muscles — not enough that he
was bulky but plenty to show just how much hard work he put in each day — as
well as a face that could’ve graced one of those sexy men’s magazines if he’d
been inclined to take that route in life. His dark hair was just a little long,
mussed from his shower, and the stubble that lined his prominent jaw made him
appear that much more rugged. From where she sat, she could see the crinkles at
the corners of his magnificent blue eyes, proof that he smiled a lot —
something he wasn’t doing right then, she noted.
“I was…” Grant turned to look behind him, probably at
Lane, if she had to guess, before turning his attention back to her.
“I heard,” she said with a grin, doing her best to
keep her eyes north of his chest, which was a lot harder than it looked. “I
didn’t want to interrupt. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”
About that time, Lane came waltzing out of the
bathroom, only he wasn’t wearing a towel. Nope, Lane Miller was wearing nothing
more than a sexy smile, and he looked mouthwatering as he did it. The man’s
confidence level was to be admired. Clothes were merely an accessory to one of
the finest male bodies she’d ever seen. Similar to Grant, Lane was tall, but he
was broader, his muscles a little more honed. He wasn’t necessarily bulky, he
was just … big.
“Hey, doll,” Lane greeted with a smirk, making his way
over to her, his enormous thighs bunching as he moved. “Where’s mine?”
Not that she was looking much at his thighs, but her
eyes were wandering in that general direction, so she saw them, too.
Lane’s deep laugh brought her eyes up toward his face.
He was lifting one dark eyebrow at her, grinning mischievously.
“Huh?” she asked, trying to remember what he’d just
said.
“Where’s mine?” he repeated.
Grace nodded toward the kitchen table, her eyes
continuing to rake over Lane’s impressive form. “On the table,” she said.
“Thanks. I already ate, but I recently worked up one
hell of an appetite,” he said with a rough chuckle, leaning down and kissing
her on the forehead.
Grace returned her gaze to the other cowboy in the
room, still standing in the doorway, looking at her as though she’d lost her
mind.
“Problems?” she asked, taking another bite, pretending
not to be affected by the two very naked men. The skimpy white towel hanging
around Grant’s narrow waist was doing very little to stifle her imagination.
“I … uh…”
“It’s ok,” she told him, knowing exactly what he was
thinking. “I would’ve joined you, but the shower is awfully small.”
“Uh…”
Yep, the guy was at a loss for words, and Grace knew
it was because he was freaked out that she’d walked in on them. It wasn’t like
she didn’t know they were going to be together if she wasn’t there. She
containers in hand, she’d wanted to surprise Grant. She hadn’t known exactly
where Lane was, but based on their conversation a short while ago when she had
passed him in the stables, she’d hoped he would make his way over to Grant’s
before the night was out.
She wasn’t disappointed.
Clearly, Grant wasn’t, either.
As much as she wanted to interrupt them in the shower
by joining them, she had opted to give them a little time together. She knew
they needed it. Lane had an uncanny effect on Grant, and knowing Grant’s
current mood, leaving the two of them alone would only benefit her in the end.
“Gracie? What the…”
Grace glanced up at the doorway to Grant’s bathroom
and smiled. “Hi.”
“What… What are you doin’ here?” Grant asked, looking
confused and possibly a tad guilty.
“Eating dinner. What are you doin’?” she asked
shamelessly, taking a bite of macaroni and cheese while she admired the nearly
naked cowboy standing in the doorway in nothing but a towel.
God had taken out all the stops when he’d made Grant.
Tall and lean, the man had the perfect amount of muscles — not enough that he
was bulky but plenty to show just how much hard work he put in each day — as
well as a face that could’ve graced one of those sexy men’s magazines if he’d
been inclined to take that route in life. His dark hair was just a little long,
mussed from his shower, and the stubble that lined his prominent jaw made him
appear that much more rugged. From where she sat, she could see the crinkles at
the corners of his magnificent blue eyes, proof that he smiled a lot —
something he wasn’t doing right then, she noted.
“I was…” Grant turned to look behind him, probably at
Lane, if she had to guess, before turning his attention back to her.
“I heard,” she said with a grin, doing her best to
keep her eyes north of his chest, which was a lot harder than it looked. “I
didn’t want to interrupt. You sounded like you were enjoying yourself.”
About that time, Lane came waltzing out of the
bathroom, only he wasn’t wearing a towel. Nope, Lane Miller was wearing nothing
more than a sexy smile, and he looked mouthwatering as he did it. The man’s
confidence level was to be admired. Clothes were merely an accessory to one of
the finest male bodies she’d ever seen. Similar to Grant, Lane was tall, but he
was broader, his muscles a little more honed. He wasn’t necessarily bulky, he
was just … big.
“Hey, doll,” Lane greeted with a smirk, making his way
over to her, his enormous thighs bunching as he moved. “Where’s mine?”
Not that she was looking much at his thighs, but her
eyes were wandering in that general direction, so she saw them, too.
Lane’s deep laugh brought her eyes up toward his face.
He was lifting one dark eyebrow at her, grinning mischievously.
“Huh?” she asked, trying to remember what he’d just
said.
“Where’s mine?” he repeated.
Grace nodded toward the kitchen table, her eyes
continuing to rake over Lane’s impressive form. “On the table,” she said.
“Thanks. I already ate, but I recently worked up one
hell of an appetite,” he said with a rough chuckle, leaning down and kissing
her on the forehead.
Grace returned her gaze to the other cowboy in the
room, still standing in the doorway, looking at her as though she’d lost her
mind.
“Problems?” she asked, taking another bite, pretending
not to be affected by the two very naked men. The skimpy white towel hanging
around Grant’s narrow waist was doing very little to stifle her imagination.
“I … uh…”
“It’s ok,” she told him, knowing exactly what he was
thinking. “I would’ve joined you, but the shower is awfully small.”
“Uh…”
Yep, the guy was at a loss for words, and Grace knew
it was because he was freaked out that she’d walked in on them. It wasn’t like
she didn’t know they were going to be together if she wasn’t there. She
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