Saving Grace by Christine Zolendz Page B

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I never knew. I never imagined I would ever see you again," his breath faltered and a small moan escaped through the speaker. He sputtered and disconnected. He sounded broken.
    "Monday, February 13th. Third new message," the recording announced.
    "Grace. Whatever happens , remember I love you. I will always love you. I think I have a plan. I'm going to try my best to get you to live the rest of your life as Grace . No matter what I have to do. Just...just, if I can do it, just go on and live your life. "
    I stood up and threw my phone against the wall, it bounced to the floor and the battery flew back at me. "WHAT THE HELL ! What the hell else are you going to crap on me with? ENOUGH ALREADY!"
    Flinging my door open, I stomped through the hallway and into the bathroom. I ran the water in the shower on the hottest setting and jumped in the scalding water. I scrubbed myself almost raw. Go on and live my life? What the hell does that mean? Haven't I been stuck doing that crap for tw o freaking thousand years? Fine! My life! My rules! Last life! Make it count.
    Wrapped in only a towel, I closed myself in my bedroom when I heard loud voices coming in through the front door. Lea was screaming at someone. Crap, I hope her and Conner aren't fighting .
    I rummaged through my drawers for clean clothes until I heard something slam loudly against my door. I froze. Another something smashed at my door. I watched it vibrate under the pressure.
    "Open the
doo
r,

Grace!" Shane's voice slid through my veins like acid. He pounded on it again.
    Oh really? Really ? My rules. My life. Last one. I'm going to m ake every moment count . I flung my towel on the floor and slid up a pair of black lacy
G-string
panties. I tugged on the matching bra, because yes I do have matching sets (Lea is my best friend). I shook my head, making my hair fly all over and yanked open the door. Holy Dripping Wet Panties! That man should come with a warning label .
    All my time on this hell on earth was worth the look on that boy's face when he saw me. "Ah," was all that came out of that perfect set of lips of his.
    I placed my hands on my hips. "So, you're banging and kicking at my door so you can just tell me...ah?"
    Dressed in a delicious pair of old faded jeans, scruffed up motorcycle boots and a tight white tee-shirt that showed the shadows and curves of every single one of his muscles, his arms stretched out , leaning against both sides of my door frame. One hand let go of the door and ran itself through his hair, in that sexy way only Shane could.
    I watched those blue eyes travel slowly over my legs, sending tingly goose bumps all along my skin. His gaze moved along the length of my inner thighs and gradually rose, then lingered on the tiny V-shaped black lace of my panties. And when they did , I moved my hips slightly and his eyes moved with them. His gaze continued sweeping across my bare stomach and I watched his body stiffen and his knuckles turn white when they followed along the curves of my breasts. When his eyes finally found mine, his breath was heavy and his eyes wide. I could have had an orgasm from the mind fuck he was giving me right there.
    I could see a thousand thoughts cross his mind. He leaned in slightly and then stopped himself. "Band meeting tomorrow...at eleven...at the studio," he whispered hoarsely. He said no more words; he just stared into my eyes. He slid his hand through his hair again and held it there. His jaw tensed.
    Lea appeared in the hallway shaking Shane from whatever his thoughts were. A sad expression shadowed his face and he turned away, growling , and stormed down the hallway towards the front door.
    Lea giggled. "Well, it's nice to have my best friend back, where the hell has she been?" she asked smacking me on my bottom. "I told you, matching sets are weapons of mass destruction. I have never seen Shane speechless like that before." She folded her arms and tilted her head at me. "You okay? Can you move ,