His hand rested on his stomach.
“Good book, right?”
“I….” He glanced at her and then back to the pages. “You might be on to something about making this required reading.”
Grace grinned, and estimated by the number of pages what scene he might be on. She’d read it plenty of times to have the whole thing memorized. Within the first few pages, the heroine had met the hero in the bar and he’d given her an orgasm without breaching the barrier of her clothes. Sam hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff.
“Any man who can produce pleasure without getting naked needs to be cloned.”
Sam chuckled and set the book on the nightstand. “I bet you’re starving.”
He had no idea. Her gaze went to the bulge in his jeans, and her mouth watered. “I could eat.”
“Let’s go.” He stood, then grabbed his wallet and the room key. “We’ll probablyget scolded since we missed the group breakfast.”
“Take it like a champ that scored the winning touchdown.” She smiled as they headed for the elevators. “They all believe you did.”
The elevator doors slid open. Sarah and Richard stood inside. She had her arms crossed over her chest and was giving him her back as he pleaded behind her. His words were cut off when he realized the elevator had stopped and they were standing there.
“We were just coming to find you.” Richard said.
“Sorry.” Grace smiled like a woman who’d been up to no good. She had. “I made him lose track of time.”
Sarah’s gaze narrowed as she dropped her stance, placed her hand around Richard’s waist, and leaned into his side. “We know how that is, don’t we, babe?”
Sure she did. What had Sam seen in Sarah? They stepped into the elevator and hit the button for the lobby.
“What’s on the agenda today?” Sam asked and rested his arm around Grace’s shoulders. She pasted a smile on her face and hugged his waist.
“We have tux fittings in an hour, and Sarah is going with the girls to pick up their dresses,” Richard answered.
It was hard to imagine Sarah mixing up the two men. Grace could tell them apart, and she’d known one for an entire day and the other in passing. Richard oozed a calm persona, one that it would take a lot of prodding to piss off, whereas Sam was nothing if not passionate. They were as different as granny panties and a thong.
“Grace, you should go with them,” Richard prodded.
Sarah’s mouth parted before she narrowed her eyes up at Richard. Grace should go if for no other reason than to aggravate the one woman who’d cheated on Sam. Maybe rub her nose in the fact that she’d lost out. Still, the idea excited her about as much as watching old men play chess. No, thank you. Grace had already been crowned queen and taken Sarah’s king. Checkmate, or was it considered game, set, match? It didn’t matter. Grace was winning.
“That’s okay. I’ll just hang out by the pool and work on my tan. After last night, and the morning we had, I’m as spent as a cowgirl riding bareback for a month.”
“You did whistle Dixie.” Sam leaned down and kissed her lips.
“Bring me back a black cowboy hat for my ride tonight.”
“You don’t want white?”
Grace ran her palms over Sam’s biceps. “Honey, we both know I’m not an angel.”
The elevator opened, and Sam escorted Grace out and toward the restaurant.
“She’s a tacky two-bit whore,” Sarah whispered loud enough for Grace to hear.
“Look who’s talking.”
Anger welled up in Grace’s stomach. Cuss words lingered on her tongue. Her Quinn-like inner demon was ready to take flight. The bitch had some nerve. Grace spun around, ready to pounce. Sam’s arm tightened around her waist, and he turned her back toward the restaurant, laying his arm tightly over her shoulder.
“Ignore her,” Sam whispered into her ear.
“I’ll meet you outside in an hour,” Richard called after them.
