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They used to be enemies…
Gracie McAllister has never been the relationship type…until now. After a brutal visit from her happily married parents, Gracie is looking for Mr. Right…not Mr. Right Now. And despite their recent truce, there is no way sexy Eric Henderson is anything but.
Now they’re allies…
Eric has always had a thing for Gracie, but they could never manage to get on the same page long enough to explore the heat between them. When Eric gets the opportunity of a lifetime, he asks Gracie for help…and swears her to secrecy.
But is that all?
Now the whole town thinks their romance is real, but it’s just a business arrangement. There’s no way they’re actually falling in love…right?
“Guess Gracie’s new boyfriend bailed,” Mike said.
Eric raised an eyebrow. “Who? That lawyer?”
“How do you know about the lawyer?” Mike asked.
“I met him at the Halloween Ball.”
Mike ran a hand through his brown hair, ruffling the short strands. “Yeah, I guess she invited him, and he said he would come. Must have gotten cold feet.”
“Or he’s bringing his own car in case he needs to escape,” Travis said.
Gabe tossed his beer can into the trash. “Now, who would want to escape all this fun?”
Eric was contemplating a speedy exit himself when he heard his mother yelling his name.
The guys started heckling him about his mommy calling him, and Eric flipped them the bird as he walked up the driveway to the house. He came up behind Gracie while she was headfirst in the back of her CRV, wearing a lacy white dress, tights, and cowboy boots. Her blonde hair traveled past her shoulders now, covering up the collar of her jean jacket and he had to admit that he liked it better than the shorter do she usually sported.
“Need some help?” he asked.
She jumped a mile in the air with a scream and dropped the brightly wrapped package in her hands.
“Geez, do you have to sneak up on people? Do you understand that if I was holding Gemma and Travis’s cake, you would have been the reason it was smashed to bits?”
Eric held up his hands in surrender. “I was just offering to carry stuff in for you. No need to bite my head off.”
Gracie’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and he hated that he noticed how it brought out the green of her eyes.
“I’m sorry. It’s been a rough day. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”
Eric was surprised by her apology. Most of the time, she would snap back at him, something snarky that would set his teeth on edge. He wondered if she was coming down with something.
“It’s fine, we all have them. Do you want some help or what?”
Gracie tucked a stray curl behind her ear, revealing the smooth line of her throat.
Christ, get it together, Henderson.
“Sure, can you grab the presents while I get the cake?”
He reached past her to pick up the packages, and their shoulders bumped. He was close enough to smell the fruity scent of her hair and notice the shine in the blonde strands, almost as though she sprayed it with glitter.
“Are you having fun?” she asked abruptly.
Eric couldn’t stop his laugh. “At a baby shower? Sure, I’m having a blast.”
“Oh come on, it hasn’t even started, so it can’t be that bad.”
He shot her a challenging look. “All my friends are wearing diapers that may or may not have fake poo in them on their shirts.”
Gracie juggled the plastic cake container into her arms, shaking her head. “It’s a game. Two of the diapers have a brown circle in them, and if you have one of them, you get a prize. How is winning ever a bad thing?”
Eric closed the hatch for her. “This kind of thing is just not meant for men. You ladies would have more fun sitting around giggling, and oohing and awing over baby clothes without us.”
“Oh my God, how sexist are you? We don’t all do that.”
They walked into the house to find Gemma showing the ladies who were already there some of the things she’d bought for the baby. When she held up a matching set of white shoes, the whole room erupted with cooing sounds.
Eric turned to face her with a grin. “You were saying?”