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being lovers, but she was a lousy lover. Mitchell had told her as much.
    Ethan broke the silence. Maybe he was too strong in his convictions. She shut right up again. He watched her as she began chewing her bottom lip again. She did that a lot.
    "Well, I don't really know much about you, and we are about to be family.” He took a long drink of milk. Watching her bite on that lower lip was making him thirsty inside, and he didn't know why. He never let a woman have this kind of effect of him. He was not about to start. He had resolved firmly over dinner that he was going to stop chasing her, but then she looked sad, and he held her hand.
    "Fair enough.” Grace faced him and folded her legs meditation style. This will be a great way to get to know him better. With a deep breath, she said, “I go, you go, honest answers."
    "Okay.” Ethan turned the volume on the movie down. She was actually going to talk to him. YES! How many ways can I make love to you? What's your favorite position? Is that your natural hair color? “What's your favorite food?"
    "Chocolate, you?” Grace smiled. This is fun, easy.
    "Potatoes.” He shrugged. “Your turn."
    "Why would someone spike your food?” It just slipped out. She had been thinking about it since Chase laughed, but Ethan only asked questions. He never offered any information.
    "Excuse me?” He really looked confused and sat up straighter in alarm. This is not what he was expecting. Miss safe and reclusive just launched an attack.
    "Chase said you were probably sick because of the restaurant lady.” It was too late to turn back now. Way to take it nice and easy, Grace. The thought of Ethan being some awful womanizer just didn't fit her thoughts of him. Especially now, so she needed to clear it out of her mind right away.
    "Oh that, well I can explain that.” He began shaking his head. The thought made him angry, but he was getting used to women making him angry. Grace had already witnessed him aggravated, and he didn't want to scare her away. After a deep breath, he relaxed again.
    "I'm all ears.” Grace looked at him seriously and raised her brow. I'm a good listener, unlike you.
    He looked at that left eyebrow and her expression and realized he had a captive audience. She really wanted to know, and he really wanted to tell her. That was strange. He kept his personal life very private. He didn't like to open up to people. Certainly, he never opened up to women. They would use any information to their advantage.
    "What color are your eyes?” He couldn't help but think they were changing again. Before he drove himself mad, he needed to know. Especially now, he had made mental sketches to put on canvas when he got home.

Chapter 4
    "Hazel. Don't dodge the question, honest answers remember?” Her eyes flickered green. Her heart began to race as her whole body was hanging on his every word. She was inching closer to him unaware of it.
    "Well, Min, the chef, had invited me there. I told her I didn't care for sushi.” So they do change colors, probably with clothing as well as her mood. Is she getting closer or is that my imagination? “She then invited me to dinner anywhere. I told her I wasn't looking to get involved with anyone."
    Grace nodded and stared.
    Her eyes were getting greener by the word. He took a deep breath. “She said she didn't want to get involved either. She just wanted dinner. That seemed fair enough, right?” Fair, let me tell you about fair. It's not fair that you're Megan's cousin, and I can't just grab you and kiss you like your lips are begging me to.
    Grace nodded. His voice is deep not Barry White deep but solid, thick, long. Pay attention, Grace! He seemed to be getting closer.
    Why doesn't he just kiss me? No, you can't initiate this first. He is going to be Megan's brother-in-law. Grace smiled and tried to focus on his words. She really was a good listener, but she couldn't seem to hear anything he said.
    "So, against my better judgment, I go to