Wilder.”
Paige watched him as he pulled his keys out of his pocket and gave her one last look. He waved before he turned and walked out the door. She knew who Grayson Wilder was. She remembered him from when they were kids. They had most of their classes together all through middle school. He was also her lab partner in high school. They were never really friends, and would talk only when necessary in school. She knew he kept to himself a lot, and when she left Bar Harbor, she heard he got accepted to some college in Maine. That was the last time she ever heard about Grayson Wilder . . . until now. He wasn’t the same kid from high school anymore. He was a man; a man who could melt you with the gaze of his deep green eyes and make you get lost in them forever. She took another sip of her beer still thinking about the way he looked sitting at the end of the bar. His blonde hair was tousled and spiky. There was stubble on his face that looked like he hadn’t shaved in three days, but still made him look sexy. His blazing emerald green eyes cut straight into her.
“Ready for another one, or are you still good with that one?” Autumn asked Paige, holding another beer out for her.
“Yes, thank you. I am going to need another one after seeing Grayson Wilder tonight.”
“I thought your thing was hot Italian men. What happened to that one guy?” Autumn asked.
Paige told Grace about Dominic, but never got around to telling Autumn he left her. She took a long swig of her beer and set it down on the bar, looking straight at her sister as she told her everything.
“Everything will be fine Paige. You know you have a home here with us. It’s nice to have you back home again. We missed you.”
“I know, and it’s nice to be home. It really is. I am just not sure what I want to do with my life right now. I just
want to take it one day at a time. Speaking of one day at a time, Grace . . . how is your hot neighbor boyfriend? It’s been a couple of days since you’ve seen him, right?”
Grace shifted in her chair and her mind starting racing with thoughts of the night she spent with Tyler. A smile crossed her lips as she thought about him, and she felt something in her chest tighten. It had been a long time since she found herself smiling at the thought of another man. She was starting to like the feeling.
“He is busy. We have both been busy, and there just hasn’t been enough time,” she said.
“Oh really? If you guys are so busy, why have I seen him three times in the last two days looking out of his bedroom window at our house? That doesn’t sound like a man who is busy to me. Actually, that sounds like a man who is into my sister, but my sister is in ‘complete scared to open up to someone else’ mode,” Paige said, looking right at her sister.
Her sister was right, but Grace was scared to open up to someone else. She was scared to let someone in, and even more afraid of giving her heart to someone else.
“Well, it looks like he had a spot open on his calendar because he just walked in,” Autumn said, as the other two sisters turned in their chairs watching him walk through the door.
His eyes found Grace in an instant and never looked away as he made his way through the crowd of people and over to where she was. His dark whisky-brown eyes were warm and inviting as he got closer. She felt a tingle deep in her belly. It was the same tingle he gave her the night in his bed when his lips touched her body.
“Hi Grace,” he said, smiling. “I knew I would find you here. I went to your house first, but no one was home.” His smile turned into a sexy grin when his eyes took in the sight of her body and the way she looked.
“Hi,” she said. Words failed her at seeing him standing in front of her. It was like she was seeing him for the first time every time she saw him. It was more than a physical attraction pulling her toward him. Something about the way he looked at her and the way he made her feel
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