with the rest of them.”
Grace felt her heart ache with the
knowledge that she couldn’t. Not now. She sat down and fingered the bra that
Michael had torn from her last night and tossed it in the trash when her body
reacted to that.
“I have a business to run. And…why
did he call anyway? You’re all married now so that can’t be it. I already know
that Lilliane is pregnant and that Sin and Payton are adopting another child. Is
it Quinn now, or you who is pregnant?”
“No, though, I think maybe Jazzie
is about to bust with the news that they are. He wants you to come home next
weekend. All of us are getting together for dinner at our house and he wanted
you there.” There was a very long pause before she spoke again. “You can even
bring home the man that has Cain all worked up. Does he get you all worked up
too?”
Grace flushed. “Yes, he does. Though
it’s none of your business. He’s just…” She wasn’t sure what he was, but she
didn’t want to tell her sister-in-law that. “He’s a fling.”
Alyssa laughed and Grace started
to say something when she looked up and saw Michael standing in the doorway. He
looked like every woman’s dream of a handsome prince and bad boy all in one.
“Then all the more reason to bring
him here. I’m sure Cain will have a cow about it, but right now I think he’d
rather have you here.”
Grace didn’t think getting Michael
involved with her family was a good idea. He might have been able to handle
them, but he had a son, and Trace couldn’t. She told Alyssa that she’d think
about it and call her later. She hung up before she could say any more.
Chapter 7
“Your brother is worried I’m some
sort of monster,” Michael told her softly. “He was upset that I was in your
bedroom. How did he know where I was?”
“This phone only rings in here. Cain
has always been overly protective of us girls.” She reached down, pulled off
the one sock, and tossed the pair of them on the bed. “You need to go. I don’t…I
don’t want you here anymore.”
He didn’t move, but she could see
his body stiffening. His cell phone going off made her wish whoever it was
would leave them alone and take him away at the same time. He didn’t move to
answer it.
“That might be important. Shouldn’t
you answer it?” She waited for an answer and, when none came, she walked to her
dresser and started pulling her brush through her hair. “I’ll follow you out
and lock up. If you could have the contract changes to my attorney as soon as—”
“Who was the person who threatened
my son?”
The question was so quiet that she
almost thought she’d not heard him, but when she looked over her shoulder at
him she could see that he had asked. She should have expected the question. She
had been thinking about an answer to give him when he did. But nothing came to
mind. Nothing, that was, but the truth and, that, she wasn’t really willing to
share with a man she’d only had sex with.
“I don’t know, not really. I’ve
been…” Could she tell him? Should she? “Once I leave, then you won’t have
anything to worry about with Trace. He’ll be fine. They’re just trying to get
me to be afraid.”
“And are you?”
She felt the tears at his question,
but tried to blink them away.
“Grace, are you afraid of the
person who calls you? And I’ve listened to the messages on your phone in the
kitchen. They’re getting progressively worse and you know it.”
She thought about telling him it
was none of his business, but she knew that the two of them having sex and
whoever it was threatening Trace made it his. She didn’t like it, but he had a
right to know some of what she had going on.
“I left home when I was seventeen.
It was…my family life wasn’t all that easy. Had it not been for my brother and
sisters I’m not sure how things would have ended. My parents were more into
each other and how badly they could hurt us than they were at providing for us
as a
Grace felt her heart ache with the
knowledge that she couldn’t. Not now. She sat down and fingered the bra that
Michael had torn from her last night and tossed it in the trash when her body
reacted to that.
“I have a business to run. And…why
did he call anyway? You’re all married now so that can’t be it. I already know
that Lilliane is pregnant and that Sin and Payton are adopting another child. Is
it Quinn now, or you who is pregnant?”
“No, though, I think maybe Jazzie
is about to bust with the news that they are. He wants you to come home next
weekend. All of us are getting together for dinner at our house and he wanted
you there.” There was a very long pause before she spoke again. “You can even
bring home the man that has Cain all worked up. Does he get you all worked up
too?”
Grace flushed. “Yes, he does. Though
it’s none of your business. He’s just…” She wasn’t sure what he was, but she
didn’t want to tell her sister-in-law that. “He’s a fling.”
Alyssa laughed and Grace started
to say something when she looked up and saw Michael standing in the doorway. He
looked like every woman’s dream of a handsome prince and bad boy all in one.
“Then all the more reason to bring
him here. I’m sure Cain will have a cow about it, but right now I think he’d
rather have you here.”
Grace didn’t think getting Michael
involved with her family was a good idea. He might have been able to handle
them, but he had a son, and Trace couldn’t. She told Alyssa that she’d think
about it and call her later. She hung up before she could say any more.
Chapter 7
“Your brother is worried I’m some
sort of monster,” Michael told her softly. “He was upset that I was in your
bedroom. How did he know where I was?”
“This phone only rings in here. Cain
has always been overly protective of us girls.” She reached down, pulled off
the one sock, and tossed the pair of them on the bed. “You need to go. I don’t…I
don’t want you here anymore.”
He didn’t move, but she could see
his body stiffening. His cell phone going off made her wish whoever it was
would leave them alone and take him away at the same time. He didn’t move to
answer it.
“That might be important. Shouldn’t
you answer it?” She waited for an answer and, when none came, she walked to her
dresser and started pulling her brush through her hair. “I’ll follow you out
and lock up. If you could have the contract changes to my attorney as soon as—”
“Who was the person who threatened
my son?”
The question was so quiet that she
almost thought she’d not heard him, but when she looked over her shoulder at
him she could see that he had asked. She should have expected the question. She
had been thinking about an answer to give him when he did. But nothing came to
mind. Nothing, that was, but the truth and, that, she wasn’t really willing to
share with a man she’d only had sex with.
“I don’t know, not really. I’ve
been…” Could she tell him? Should she? “Once I leave, then you won’t have
anything to worry about with Trace. He’ll be fine. They’re just trying to get
me to be afraid.”
“And are you?”
She felt the tears at his question,
but tried to blink them away.
“Grace, are you afraid of the
person who calls you? And I’ve listened to the messages on your phone in the
kitchen. They’re getting progressively worse and you know it.”
She thought about telling him it
was none of his business, but she knew that the two of them having sex and
whoever it was threatening Trace made it his. She didn’t like it, but he had a
right to know some of what she had going on.
“I left home when I was seventeen.
It was…my family life wasn’t all that easy. Had it not been for my brother and
sisters I’m not sure how things would have ended. My parents were more into
each other and how badly they could hurt us than they were at providing for us
as a
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