Christ, that voice, deep and smoky. Those eyes, bright and intense. He pried her heart open, and Grace felt the year separating them melting away.
“Josh—”
“You sold your town house; you’re living in a dangerous neighborhood. Now you’re working here. What happened to cheer coaching at the high school?”
Just like that, her defenses burned to life. “I’m still coaching. The girls are on winter break. We cut back the training schedule.”
His brow creased. “You’re working both jobs? How long have you been here?”
“Nine months.”
“Jesus, Grace, what does your mom think about you working at a strip club?”
She sighed, the weight of everything he wanted to know wearing on her patience. “I’m too tired to get into this now. Come on.” She pulled on his hand until he stood. “I’ll drop you at a hotel.”
When she tried to take her hand from his, he laced their fingers and let her guide him through the club, following like a puppy. God, he was so drunk. Which was completely out of character for the Josh she’d known—always in control, always sharp, always on.
Theo stood ready to open the door for them. “Want me to call him a cab?”
“I’ll do it, thanks.”
“It’s raining out there…” Theo warned.
“I know.” Grace had seen the rain splashing on the windows in the dressing room, but she didn’t care. She was burning up from the inside out. She could play hot and sexy with the customers all night without getting worked up, but put Josh Marx within eyesight and she felt like she’d burst into flames.
She stepped out into the night and paused under the awning as the club door closed behind them, muffling the music. She took a cleansing breath of the cold, rain-soaked night air, letting some of the stress leak from her shoulders, but an old, familiar ache had settled in her heart.
She pulled her phone from her purse, tapped into the Internet browser, and started searching for hotels nearby.
“Seems like your shoulder healed just like the doctor said it would,” she said absently as a website popped up on her screen.
Josh pulled her around to face him, his gaze deliberate. “Okay, what’s going on here, Grace? No one’s listening. No one’s watching. Talk to me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I think you’re the one who should be telling me what this is about. Why are you suddenly so concerned?”
“Your whole life has changed in a year, and not for the better. If you needed something, why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell Beck?”
All the anger and frustration and hurt she’d buried crept in. “First of all, my life might be different, but it’s definitely not worse, and that assumption offends me. Second, why in the hell would I call you for anything after you so completely bailed on our friendship? And third, Isaac was never there for me even when we were married. Why would I think it would be any different now?”
She didn’t wait for an answer. She couldn’t. She’d been holding everything together for so long on her own, she was ready to break. She’d put Isaac and Josh behind her. She had goals now. A direction of her very own. No mother guiding her to an acceptable place in life, no absent husband placing confining expectations on her. No friend stealing her heart.
She turned and walked into the rain. “My life may not look perfect to you, but it’s mine, and it’s staying that way. Find your own way to a hotel.”
Hold it together. Hold it together.
“We may not be perfect, Grace,” he said, coming up alongside her, “but Beck and I would have been here for you if you needed us.”
She stopped and turned on him, outraged he’d claim such bullshit. “Really? Where is Beck right now? Oh, wait, classified, right? Let’s narrow it down—is he in the United States?” When Josh glanced away, she said, “I thought not. And what about you? When’s the last time I heard from you?”
His jaw shifted sideways, gaze lowered to the ground for only a second before he met her eyes with familiar determination. “I’m here now.”
Way too little, way too late.
“Ironically, I don’t need you now. And I never needed Isaac.” She turned toward her car again, and the rain came down harder. By the time she reached the cheap little sedan, her clothes clung to her body.
“Is that why you’re not answering his calls?” Josh called behind her. “Because you’re too damn stubborn to accept help?”
Grace’s feet stopped dead in a puddle. She swung around on her heel and took three steps back toward him before she stopped herself. “That’s why you’re here—Isaac called you.” She threw her hands out, caught between fury and heartbreak. “Of course that’s why you’re here—for Isaac. Not for me.” She started for the car again, shaking now, but not from the cold or the wet. She was shaking with anger, disillusionment, hurt. So much hurt. “God, I’m so fucking stupid.”