“Grace is an amazing woman,” Zane started.
“She is,” I confirmed.
“Maybe you should think about taking her out. Showing her off.”
“I don’t know about that …”
“Grace deserves to be romanced,” Zane declared and while I knew he wasn’t wrong, romance wasn’t something I knew.
Thankfully, Zane’s romantic advice was cut off by headlights bouncing down the drive. I recognized the car immediately. My drive was certainly not the place for Grace’s car, but that didn’t seem to deter her in the slightest.
“Looks like you don’t have to wonder,” Zane commented, draining his beer and rising from his chair.
“Where are you going?”
“I was going to give you two some space,” Zane answered, looking at me confused.
“You don’t have to run off the moment Grace gets here,” I told him as her car rolled to a stop.
“I just thought …”
“Stay. Hang out for a while anyway. Unless there’s another reason you don’t want to hang around.”
Now I’d put it out there, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was another reason Zane disappeared as soon as Grace showed up. I hadn’t seen anything and had no reason to think something was off, but maybe I’d missed it.
“Nah. It’s all good. Just didn’t want to get in your way.”
“You’re fine,” I assured him as I stood up and headed down the steps to meet my girl.
Grace stepped out of the car in a pair of denim cutoffs and a sleeveless white top. Her hair was piled high in a messy bun. She looked effortlessly gorgeous.
“Evening, boys,” Grace greeted with a beaming smile as she headed toward me, bowl in hand.
“Whatcha got there?” I enquired.
“Brought you a surprise.”
“I like surprises.”
“Georgia made peach cobbler for dinner tonight and I managed to steal some for you.”
“Georgia can cook?” It came out before I realized how rude it sounded.
“She's actually pretty good in the kitchen,” Grace confirmed as she stepped into my personal space.
Without hesitating, I bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek, managing to stifle the groan as Grace’s vanilla scent mixed with the sweet dessert almost set me on my ass. Grace giggled and it was music to my ears.
“Come on. You’re going to want to enjoy this before it gets cold,” she recommended, starting up the steps and leaving me to be hypnotized by the sway of her ass.
When I looked up, Zane was shaking his head and holding the front door. “You’re fucked,” he told me as I passed by him and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, he wasn’t wrong.
Grace let herself into the kitchen and served up two big bowls of cobbler then spooned on some vanilla ice cream left over from the other night.
“You’re not having any?” I asked when she handed me my bowl.
“Not tonight,” she answered, and I hated how it sounded.
For a few moments, Zane and I ate in silence. Only the clinking of our silverware against the side of the bowl and the appreciative moans flitted through the room. Grace busied herself wiping down the counters and straightening up.
