Seeking Me To Find You (Finding You Series Book 1) by Anna Mychals Page B

knows his way in the kitchen.” Grace walks up behind me and starts examining the ingredients I’ve set out.
    “Mmm, Spaghetti a la Carbonara. I must say, for someone that looks as good as you, I would have never thought this rich dish would ever touch those lips.”
    “You’re not a fan?” I say as I add the noodles to the water and then combine the eggs and cheese together.
    Looking up, trying to choose her words carefully, she explains, “This is one of my favorites, but the last time I made this for someone I was reminded of how long I would need to run to work it off my hips.”
    I turn and watch her walk over and sit on the floor with Thor. She has changed in to a simple white top with a pair of navy shorts which accent the lightly bronzed tone she received today by being out in the sun. She has loosely braided her hair into a style that falls over her left shoulder. As always, she wears next to no makeup, only accenting her eyes with a little mascara and filling her luscious lips with a sheer gloss. Seeing her down on my dog’s level, making sappy noises, I can’t imagine any idiot that would ever criticize her. Obviously she takes care of herself; it is also obvious that she’s not a cookie cutter, stick thin doll that only eats berries and grass. Her arms are delicately toned and her breasts are sweetly curved, leading to the most stunning hourglass figure I’ve ever seen. I turn back to putting the final touches on dinner when I notice her stroll over to the sink to wash her hands.
    “You look beautiful.”
    Quietly she says, “Thank you.”
    Grace turns to a cabinet and takes out enough dishes for two place settings, then strides over to her hutch and pulls out a small vase which she fills with fresh water and my gift, the pink rose.
    The air fills with the tune “Cry Me A River” by Justin Timberlake. She stomps over to her phone, quickly silences it and tosses it on the couch. She strolls back to the table and places the rose in the center with a look of betrayal and hurt.
    “Grace, are you okay?”
    She turns back to me with a look of confusion. “Perfect. Why do you ask?”
    “When your phone rang your whole demeanor changed.”
    “It’s nothing worth speaking of.”
    The tension leaves her shoulders as she takes a deep, cleansing breath. I’m still a little curious however not wanting to tense the mood; I decide to drop it for now.
    Picking up the pasta, I turn back to her. I can still see she is mulling over something. “Are you ready for the best chow in town?”
    “A little cocky aren’t we?” As soon as she says it, a sexy blush sweeps across her beautiful face.
    Wiggling my brows I respond, “Sweetheart, you have no idea. No idea at all.”
    Grace sweetly laughs and brings the salad over to the table. Taking in the aroma she moans, “This smells amazing.”
    I place the pasta on her delicately decorated table as she turns back to pour herself a glass of wine while retrieving the beer I left by the stove. What a sweet ass.
    Looking over her shoulder she asks, “Did you say something?”
    “No. Nothing at all.” Don’t tell me I said that out loud. I am loosing it.

Chapter Seventeen
    Grace
    T he look on Jackson’s face is priceless. By expression, I can tell he doesn’t know that he said that out loud. What he also doesn’t realize is that I’ve been staring at him from the moment I first met him, especially right now. I’ve never seen a man that I could truly call beautiful until him. His eyes have flecks of copper that are enhanced by what he is wearing, or just by his changing moods. His lashes would be envied by any supermodel; they are long and thick while, slightly curling at the ends. His lips are not thin, but not too full. They are just perfect when they are trailing a line up my neck. His jaw is strong and square. And the rest of his body…Can you say perfect?
    “Grace, the food is going to get cold.”
    Snapping out of it, I head back to the table with our