So Sensitive by Anne Rainey

talented man had up his sleeve.
    “Thank you.”
    He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then murmured, “You’re welcome.”
    Someone cleared his or her throat, and Gracie felt her cheeks heat. She’d nearly forgotten they weren’t alone. Wade had the ability to block out the rest of the world.
    She saw them standing at the entrance to the library. The woman stil looked classy and beautiful. The man who so closely resembled Wade stil had a grin on his face.
    “Aren’t you going to introduce us, bro?”
    Wade’s arm came around her waist and pul ed her in tight in a possessive hold that spoke volumes. “Gracie, this is the brother and sister I told you about earlier.” Wade glared at Dean and said, “Your timing sucks.”
    Gracie crossed the room and stuck her hand out. “It’s nice to meet you both. Wade was just tel ing me about you.”
    Dean was the first to step forward. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gracie.” To her utter astonishment, he bowed over her hand and left a light kiss on her knuckles. She heard Wade say Dean’s name, as if in warning. Dean only bobbed his eyebrows at her and said, “He can be sort of touchy.”
    She smiled at his playfulness. Dean was just as big and muscular as Wade, and a bit more intense. Although he didn’t send her heart racing the way Wade did. The woman merely shoved Dean to the side and gave her own introductions. “Deanna. Nice meeting you, Gracie.”
    “It’s nice to meet you too. Wade was tel ing me that you’re the genius who decorated his home. It’s beautiful.”
    She waved the compliment away. “Eh, it’s a hobby. I enjoy it, but it’s not something I want to get paid to do.”
    “It seems to me you could make good money, though.”
    “Yeah, but then I’d have to kiss up to people and put up with their ridiculous tastes. No, thanks.”
    Gracie laughed. “I do see your point.”
    “And now that you’ve al met, how about you scram so Gracie and I can get back to doing what we were doing before you barged in. Again.
    Without knocking.”
    “We knocked. You just didn’t hear us.”
    “I would’ve heard.”
    Dean glanced at her, then back at Wade. “I’m thinking you were distracted.”
    “Whatever. Did you two actual y want something or are you just here to harass me?”

    Deanna spoke up this time, her frown of disapproval obvious. “You said we’d go check out that apartment together for Mom. Remember?”
    He raked a hand through his hair. “Shit. I forgot about that.”
    Dean shoved his hands in his pockets and in a sarcastic tone, he said, “Yeah, we figured that out al by ourselves.” He flicked a glance to Wade’s ankle. “What’s with the hardware? Something up?”
    “Stalker. Jonas and I have it covered.”
    “That why she has the bruises and the broken wrist?”
    Wade stiffened. “That happened before we were brought in, smart-ass.”
    “Ah, I see.” Dean started back toward the stairs, his grin once again in place. “Wel , we’l let you get back to protecting and serving.”
    Again Gracie blushed. Damn, she hated when she did that. It was a big, flashing sign that stated: Look at me! I’m embarrassed!
    “Do you two mind checking out that apartment without me?”
    Deanna spoke up this time. “Don’t sweat it.”
    “Thanks. I’l make it up to you.”
    “Dinner at the Squeeze,” Dean was quick to say.
    Wade rol ed his eyes. “You would pick that place.”
    Curious, Gracie asked, “What’s the Squeeze?”
    “Only one of the most expensive seafood restaurants around,” Wade grumbled.
    Gracie suddenly felt selfish, and terribly guilty. She was keeping him from his family, and that wasn’t right. “You could always go with them. I’m sure I’l be fine here alone for a while. Besides, Jonas is right next door.”
    Wade’s expression tightened, his eyes glittering with anger. “You trying to get rid of me, Gracie?”
    “Of course not! But your family needs you right now. Besides, I doubt my stalker knows