laughed. “I like you, Grace. You’ve got depths I think a lot of people overlook.”
“Absolutely. Because shedding one’s underwear for a rock star is so profound. Not to mention original.”
“Oh. Well. He is Jack Savage.”
“He certainly is.” She studied Macy’s fond smile as the other woman watched Jack work. “So, are the two of you—?”
“No.” Macy’s attention returned to her. “But he is one of my best friends. Jack’s one of the good guys. For all the perks and attention his fame brings him, he’s generous and down-to-earth.” She flicked fingers toward where he was putting his back into digging the hole and spoke a little less softly than she’d been doing. “I don’t know many Hollywood types who would do their own work. Most of the ones I’ve met would be on their cell phones trying to hire someone—or better yet, getting their agents to doit. And never mind that it’s closing on nine p.m. in a farming community that rolls up its streets at six.”
She waved her hand. “But enough about men. I was thinking we oughtta have a girls’ night out one of these evenings.”
From the corner of her eye Grace saw Gabe suddenly raise his head from where he was bent over the posthole digger to glance over at them.
“You, me, Shannon and Janna, if she’s up to it,” Macy continued, reclaiming her attention. “Maybe hit the Red Dog, throw back a shot or two and shoot the breeze. Or we could go to a coffee shop if you’d rather, although I’m not sure any are open in the evening.”
She gave Macy a shy smile, feeling as if she’d suddenly been singled out to sit at the cool kids’ table. “Either sounds fun. Count me in.”
“Good. Your schedule and Shannon’s are probably more complicated than mine or Janna’s, so why don’t you guys pick a night that works for you and we’ll go from there.”
She was about to agree when she heard the beep of a pager. Glancing at the two men working alongside the chicken coop, she saw Gabe on his phone.
A moment later, he snapped it shut. “Fire,” he said to no one in particular, already striding for his SUV. “Gotta go.”
“Dude definitely needs to work on his social skills,” Macy muttered, but Grace doubted he heardher, since his long legs were eating up the distance to the parking area.
Bud shot his niece a wry smile as he passed the two women, fishing a pair of leather gloves from his back pocket and pulling them on as he walked over to the discarded posthole digger. “Guess I’m not going to escape the heavy lifting after all.”
Grace turned a questioning brow on Macy, feeling as if she’d come in on the middle of a conversation.
“He was pretty pumped at having two strong backs to do the hard work,” Macy explained. She was quiet for a minute, then said, slowly, “I guess I never really thought it through before, but Gabriel’s really on call 24/7, isn’t he?” She gave her a searching look. “That’s gotta complicate your dating life.”
Grace made a noncommittal noise, feeling it disloyal to admit that they’d had several dates cut short. In any case, she glanced from Gabe’s car reversing from its parking slot in a tight U to Jack wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and leaving behind a smear of dirt she had a ridiculous urge to wipe clean.
And thought to herself, I have a feeling that’s the least of my problems.
T HE HELL I’ VE GOT a problem with my social skills. Gabe pulled onto the highway, hit the siren and sped east away from town. He might not be the life of the party or some big world-renowned rock star, but he got by just fine. And he sure as hell wasn’t somemiddle schooler who had to have a girlfriend’s undivided attention.
But first Savage had made Grace blush like a schoolgirl saying God knows what to her, or, to be fair, merely paying attention to her, and now Macy was going to take her out for a girls’ night? The first was understandable: it wasn’t
“Absolutely. Because shedding one’s underwear for a rock star is so profound. Not to mention original.”
“Oh. Well. He is Jack Savage.”
“He certainly is.” She studied Macy’s fond smile as the other woman watched Jack work. “So, are the two of you—?”
“No.” Macy’s attention returned to her. “But he is one of my best friends. Jack’s one of the good guys. For all the perks and attention his fame brings him, he’s generous and down-to-earth.” She flicked fingers toward where he was putting his back into digging the hole and spoke a little less softly than she’d been doing. “I don’t know many Hollywood types who would do their own work. Most of the ones I’ve met would be on their cell phones trying to hire someone—or better yet, getting their agents to doit. And never mind that it’s closing on nine p.m. in a farming community that rolls up its streets at six.”
She waved her hand. “But enough about men. I was thinking we oughtta have a girls’ night out one of these evenings.”
From the corner of her eye Grace saw Gabe suddenly raise his head from where he was bent over the posthole digger to glance over at them.
“You, me, Shannon and Janna, if she’s up to it,” Macy continued, reclaiming her attention. “Maybe hit the Red Dog, throw back a shot or two and shoot the breeze. Or we could go to a coffee shop if you’d rather, although I’m not sure any are open in the evening.”
She gave Macy a shy smile, feeling as if she’d suddenly been singled out to sit at the cool kids’ table. “Either sounds fun. Count me in.”
“Good. Your schedule and Shannon’s are probably more complicated than mine or Janna’s, so why don’t you guys pick a night that works for you and we’ll go from there.”
She was about to agree when she heard the beep of a pager. Glancing at the two men working alongside the chicken coop, she saw Gabe on his phone.
A moment later, he snapped it shut. “Fire,” he said to no one in particular, already striding for his SUV. “Gotta go.”
“Dude definitely needs to work on his social skills,” Macy muttered, but Grace doubted he heardher, since his long legs were eating up the distance to the parking area.
Bud shot his niece a wry smile as he passed the two women, fishing a pair of leather gloves from his back pocket and pulling them on as he walked over to the discarded posthole digger. “Guess I’m not going to escape the heavy lifting after all.”
Grace turned a questioning brow on Macy, feeling as if she’d come in on the middle of a conversation.
“He was pretty pumped at having two strong backs to do the hard work,” Macy explained. She was quiet for a minute, then said, slowly, “I guess I never really thought it through before, but Gabriel’s really on call 24/7, isn’t he?” She gave her a searching look. “That’s gotta complicate your dating life.”
Grace made a noncommittal noise, feeling it disloyal to admit that they’d had several dates cut short. In any case, she glanced from Gabe’s car reversing from its parking slot in a tight U to Jack wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and leaving behind a smear of dirt she had a ridiculous urge to wipe clean.
And thought to herself, I have a feeling that’s the least of my problems.
T HE HELL I’ VE GOT a problem with my social skills. Gabe pulled onto the highway, hit the siren and sped east away from town. He might not be the life of the party or some big world-renowned rock star, but he got by just fine. And he sure as hell wasn’t somemiddle schooler who had to have a girlfriend’s undivided attention.
But first Savage had made Grace blush like a schoolgirl saying God knows what to her, or, to be fair, merely paying attention to her, and now Macy was going to take her out for a girls’ night? The first was understandable: it wasn’t
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