ladies not so discreetly shared. A few actually touched him, brushed against his shoulder or arm as they passed. It was insane. Ethan just smiled and waved like he knew them, not fazed in the least.
If there were any chance of this being a quiet week, a chance to meet her cousin's fiancé and his family, that was now over. This would be the talk of the whole town. Ethan would be the talk of the whole town. Though it wasn't true, they would assume he was with her. That brought a huge smile to her face.
Grace stood on the sidewalk next to Ethan, smiling as wide as the day was long. Chase helped Megan down from the bus. How she got around in those shoes just boggled Grace's mind. Then, a thought came, Megan would probably have her bridesmaids in stilettos as well. Her toes curled in pain.
"Is that an art gallery?” Ethan asked as he began walking away from them toward the building. He hadn't noticed the building early this morning, but sure enough it was a little gallery. Tucked right behind the Historic Association in what was once a house. He needed a distraction from Grace, and art would definitely do it.
"Yeah,” Grace's voice trailed off as she watched him walk away. “So."
He looked just as good from the back as he did from the front. His brown hair was short with longer layers on top that seemed to stick out in different directions.
It wasn't a purposeful mess. Instead, it looked like he just rolled out of bed. That thought sent the image of him in her bed through her mind again. Damn if she didn't like that view.
"We'll never get him out of there.” Chase headed for the inside of the Historic Association. “Let's see what else we can do."
Grace was again the third wheel in Megan's life. She trudged on behind her cousin and Chase. She could have followed Ethan, but she needed a chance to breathe and regain her focus. She could always find her center around any other man, yet anytime she concentrated too hard, he just invaded her thoughts.
They stood in front of the brochure rack, and Chase sorted through what he thought would be good for the rest of the day. Grace could have told him, but she wanted him to see for himself. They were guests after all.
Once outside they headed for the grounds tour.
Chase had the map in hand though both Grace and Megan could have walked it blindfolded. Ethan caught up with them and hip bumped Grace almost knocking her over. He smiled and stuck his tongue out at her. She was startled, and a jolt of lightning hit her in the groin. He wasn't chasing women away; no, he was electrifying them. She had to ignore it.
"Hey, why didn't you follow me?” Ethan was surprised to realize she wasn't right behind him. First, she ran away. Then, she didn't talk to him. Now, she didn't follow him. If he had a confidence problem, Grace would have taken a good chunk out of his ego. Good thing he didn't.
Grace bumped him back sending him a staggering pace or two. He was awfully playful for a man, who was supposed to be throwing thunder and lightning to rid women from his life. He felt like an old friend, comfortable and fun, but she never wondered what old friends looked like naked. From the second she saw Ethan, that was all she wondered.
"Been there, done that. I don't follow strange men around.” Grace knew she sounded like a little goody two shoes, but being proper was all she had as a defense.
"You let strange men sleep in your bed.” Damn if that bed didn't make him dream of her all night. Wrapped in her scent, it left him wanting to know what she'd feel like wrapped in his arms.
"No, I let a sick guest sleep in my bed.” Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom. All she could hear was bedroom, and all she could see was him in her bed. His hair just like it was now only it was like that in her mind because she had ran her hands through it.
"Oh. So, then you let a guest go traipsing off alone in a strange place. What if I got lost?” He feigned a fearful reaction. Maybe he could use her manners
If there were any chance of this being a quiet week, a chance to meet her cousin's fiancé and his family, that was now over. This would be the talk of the whole town. Ethan would be the talk of the whole town. Though it wasn't true, they would assume he was with her. That brought a huge smile to her face.
Grace stood on the sidewalk next to Ethan, smiling as wide as the day was long. Chase helped Megan down from the bus. How she got around in those shoes just boggled Grace's mind. Then, a thought came, Megan would probably have her bridesmaids in stilettos as well. Her toes curled in pain.
"Is that an art gallery?” Ethan asked as he began walking away from them toward the building. He hadn't noticed the building early this morning, but sure enough it was a little gallery. Tucked right behind the Historic Association in what was once a house. He needed a distraction from Grace, and art would definitely do it.
"Yeah,” Grace's voice trailed off as she watched him walk away. “So."
He looked just as good from the back as he did from the front. His brown hair was short with longer layers on top that seemed to stick out in different directions.
It wasn't a purposeful mess. Instead, it looked like he just rolled out of bed. That thought sent the image of him in her bed through her mind again. Damn if she didn't like that view.
"We'll never get him out of there.” Chase headed for the inside of the Historic Association. “Let's see what else we can do."
Grace was again the third wheel in Megan's life. She trudged on behind her cousin and Chase. She could have followed Ethan, but she needed a chance to breathe and regain her focus. She could always find her center around any other man, yet anytime she concentrated too hard, he just invaded her thoughts.
They stood in front of the brochure rack, and Chase sorted through what he thought would be good for the rest of the day. Grace could have told him, but she wanted him to see for himself. They were guests after all.
Once outside they headed for the grounds tour.
Chase had the map in hand though both Grace and Megan could have walked it blindfolded. Ethan caught up with them and hip bumped Grace almost knocking her over. He smiled and stuck his tongue out at her. She was startled, and a jolt of lightning hit her in the groin. He wasn't chasing women away; no, he was electrifying them. She had to ignore it.
"Hey, why didn't you follow me?” Ethan was surprised to realize she wasn't right behind him. First, she ran away. Then, she didn't talk to him. Now, she didn't follow him. If he had a confidence problem, Grace would have taken a good chunk out of his ego. Good thing he didn't.
Grace bumped him back sending him a staggering pace or two. He was awfully playful for a man, who was supposed to be throwing thunder and lightning to rid women from his life. He felt like an old friend, comfortable and fun, but she never wondered what old friends looked like naked. From the second she saw Ethan, that was all she wondered.
"Been there, done that. I don't follow strange men around.” Grace knew she sounded like a little goody two shoes, but being proper was all she had as a defense.
"You let strange men sleep in your bed.” Damn if that bed didn't make him dream of her all night. Wrapped in her scent, it left him wanting to know what she'd feel like wrapped in his arms.
"No, I let a sick guest sleep in my bed.” Bedroom, bedroom, bedroom. All she could hear was bedroom, and all she could see was him in her bed. His hair just like it was now only it was like that in her mind because she had ran her hands through it.
"Oh. So, then you let a guest go traipsing off alone in a strange place. What if I got lost?” He feigned a fearful reaction. Maybe he could use her manners
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