Love the One You're With (Sex, Love & Stiletto 2)

I’ll be in touch.

It had sounded like a threat.

Chapter Eleven

The October issue went to press. And Grace tried to tell herself that she was content with the fact that Jake confessed to having “serious naked thoughts about Grace Brighton.”

But had the man who claimed to find her “ridiculously attractive” bothered to call?

No. No, he had not.

Instead it had just been a slew of flirty text messages, and damned if those didn’t make her feel like a girl with a crush.

Jake: What are you wearing?

She’d texted him back, equally flirty: Wouldn’t you like to know?

That had only been the first of many, and Grace was embarrassed to admit even to herself how often she reread his texts.

The only trouble was …

Those damn texts were now up for public consumption.

“I can’t believe Camille gave Alex Cassidy the login information for the website,” Riley said as she, Riley, Emma, and Grace huddled around Julie’s computer.

“I can’t believe he put their text message communications up for everyone to analyze. Totally tacky,” Julie said loyally.

“Well, it does make sense,” Emma said calmly in her slight southern drawl. “I mean, it’s HeSaidSheSaid. We needed the he part.”

Three irritated female eyes glared at the newest member of their group, but Emma merely shrugged. “I make a valid point.”

“Valid or not, it still misrepresents Gracie.”

“Not unlike how I misrepresented Jake,” Grace said reluctantly. She wasn’t thrilled with the man. She really wasn’t. But at least the score was even now.

She just wished she hadn’t sounded so damn needy in the messages he’d blasted all over the World Wide Web.

Jake: Been thinking about me?

Grace: Yes. I spilled my coffee the other morning, and your article did a great job mo

pping up the mess.

Jake: So you read it.

Grace: I may have skimmed it.

Jake: And …

Grace: Why don’t you call me and find out?

“You do sound sort of … come-hither,” Julie said reluctantly.

“I didn’t even know one could do come-hither in a text message,” Grace said, accepting the handful of emergency Skittles that Emma offered.

“Sure. You can do come-hither anytime,” Julie said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Grace stared at Julie, appalled. “Poor Mitchell. And for the record, I did not intend a come-hither. If Jake the jackass had revealed the rest of our text message conversation, it would have shown that I’d said he would have to get in line to ask me out, because the video I posted had made me very popular and I’d gotten several date offers …” Increasingly agitated, Grace pulled out her phone. “Here, I’ll show you. I was very clear in my rejection.”