“How could you?”
“It was too good to keep a secret. The Peach Princess gets hauled away by the police? Nah, I wasn’t keeping that one to myself.”
My vision is blurry as tears fill my eyes. I’m trying my best not to laugh but fail miserably. Her family is openly mocking her, her grandpa leading the charge.
“I can’t—I mean… Why—?” She can’t get her words out, which amuses everyone even more.
“Stop laughing at me!” she finally gets out, but no one listens.
“You!” She twists to me, jabbing my chest. “You better stop now! This is not funny!”
“Sweet Peach, it’s hilarious.”
“I’m calling tomorrow morning and cutting off your cable!” She points to Roy. “This is ridiculous. First the Chrisley’s, and now this. How do you even know about Orange is the New Black?”
“TV has changed a lot over the years, and this old man has time on his hands. I like my shows.” He shrugs, not affected by her threat.
“Baby.” I drag her to my side. “Laugh it up. Let it go. Your family is teasing you.”
She narrows her eyes then finally relaxes, starting to giggle. “Just so you all know, we weren’t going to the clink. And it was Logan’s girlfriend who was wishing for a ride in the paddy wagon.”
Logan’s face freezes mid-laugh. He gives Grace an evil glare.
“Welp, I think it’s time we head down the road to the house and eat some of the food the nosy nellies of the community made.” Roy gets back up and claps his hands together, his eyes coming to mine.
There’s something indiscernible written on his face. A knot forms in my gut, knowing I’m not going to like whatever he’s thinking.
“But before we do that, let’s get Nick’s things and get him set up in his room for the weekend. Don’t want to be an ungracious host.”
My stomach plunges, and I try hard to remain emotionless. I expected that Grace would be in a different room. But a whole different house?
The room erupts in laughter again, and this time, I’m the target. Suddenly, nothing seems funny anymore.
Chapter 19
Nick
“Grace? Where are you?” I call out from the front room of her parents’ home. This house is large, and I wouldn’t know where to begin searching for her.
“In the kitchen. Walk straight back.”
I do as instructed, while her humming gets louder and louder as I get closer. The smell of sugar and cinnamon becomes stronger, making my mouth water.
As soon as I hit the doorway, I stop dead in my tracks. Grace is standing at the edge of the kitchen island, concentrating on the pie in front of her. My heart starts racing at the sight in front of me. Her hair hangs down in large curls, begging for me to run my hands through them. She’s wearing the orange sundress from last night with a large brown belt tightened around her waist, showcasing every curve of her waist and hips. But it’s not her hair or her outfit that has my dick throbbing.
It’s the fucking cowboy boots?
? Cowboy boots!
Grace is always beautiful, but today, she’s given new meaning to the term sexy seductress. Without saying a word or even looking at me, there’s a primal urge to have her coursing through my veins.
She glances up with her bright smile that quickly dies on her lips. “Nick, what’s wrong?”
“Don’t move.” The words come out harsh and demanding, and she peeks down at herself then back to me.
“Is there something—?”
I make it to her in two long strides, one of my hands going to the back of her head while the other cups her ass. Her eyes grow wide when I thrust my hips into hers, my cock pressing against her stomach.