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curse,” he said.
    “Oh no, they’re not jealous of me,” Grace quickly corrected him, reaching for her wineglass again. “They’re stunning, all of them.”
    He shrugged, unconvinced. In his experience, brothers and sisters only took shots at the qualities they most envied in their siblings.
    “They are,” Grace defended. Her long earrings brushed the creamy skin of her neck. “They even get paid to be beautiful — Felicity’s a weather girl, Serena is an actress and Hope’s a model. So there’s nothing for them to be jealous about where I’m concerned.”
    For the first time, he sensed vulnerability beneath her tough-broad demeanor. First she was sexy and amusing, now she was vulnerable. He felt as though he was being treated to the dance of the seven veils, except it was Grace’s disguises that were dropping away instead of veils.
    “Felicity, Serena, Hope and Grace. Let me guess — your Mom’s Catholic?” he asked. He’d long since finished cleaning her glasses, but her eyes were too beautiful to hide. He set the frames on the table. If she wanted them, she could ask for them — in the meantime he was going to enjoy the view.
    “As Catholic as it gets,” Grace said, rolling her eyes. “I still blame Dad for not stopping her with the names.”
    “Are you close to your sisters?” he asked, knowing he was pushing it. Grace had already proven she was a very private person.
    She shrugged, looked away. “Sure.”
    He saw a flash of unhappiness in her eyes and wondered.
    “What about you? Do you have a big family?” she asked.
    “Two younger brothers,” Mac said. “Both of them happy-as-pigs-in-mud married with kids.”
    She cocked her head to one side. “Now
you
sound jealous.”
    “Absolutely. They’re the smart ones — knew what they wanted, went out and got it, and now they’re in clover. Why wouldn’t I be jealous?”
    For a long time, he’d viewed his brothers as having mundane lives full of routine and obligation. Only lately had he begun to realize that they were content, even fulfilled, in a way that he’d never been.
    She made a disbelieving raspberry noise. Quite a loud one, thanks to whatever she’d had to drink before he picked her up and the lion’s share of the bottle of wine they’d been enjoying. The couple at the next table looked across with a frown. Mac hid a smile behind his napkin.
    “What have I done wrong now?” he asked, responding to her derision.
    “You’re rich, famous and last year you were voted one of the sexiest men in America. And you’re jealous of them?” she asked disbelievingly.
    “Guess it just depends on what you think is important in life. Do
you
think being on the cover of
People
magazine is the be-all and end-all?”
    The waiter began clearing their plates and Grace eyed Mac assessingly.
    “Why are you interested in directing?”
    He blinked at the direct question. He remembered his earlier suspicion that she resented his moving into a second career. Not that he was doing that. He was just…dabbling.
    “Change of scenery. Something a bit different.” He shrugged.
    “Huh,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “You’re a terrible liar for an actor.”
    He spread his hands wide to signal his complete honesty.
    “It’s the truth, I swear. You’re welcome to pat me down and see if I’m concealing a single lie.”
    Her gaze flicked up and down his body, then she studied him over the rim of her wineglass. “Maybe you’re lying to yourself, too,” she said. “Either way, you’re still too good to be true.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “Am I?”
    Why did he get the feeling he was about to feel the sting in the tail?
    “Too good-looking. That body. Now you’re smart and nice and funny and modest, too. Something’s wrong,” she said.
    “Wow. I should feel flattered, but somehow I’m not. That’s a real gift you’ve got there,” he said. He let his gaze drop to her breasts. Man, he hoped they were real. Was it possible he was going