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smudged, but then again, Grace had been too terrified to touch her eyes all day. She’d flat-out refused the eye shadow after she’d read the ingredients to her sister. Bismuth oxychloride and propylene glycol? Who knew what those did, being absorbed into the skin all day?
Now, Grace put on the deep cherry lipstick her sister had insisted she wear. She took a step back and smoothed her hair. The black V-neck was deep, but it hadn’t made her feel embarrassed today as she’d leaned over patients, so it wasn’t too low. The dark red straight skirt made her calves look good, she could admit that. The black heels? At least four inches high? Well. They did make her feel pretty. And she’d promised Sam.
About clothing, anyway. Samantha had also said that she should try hard to get into trouble before the end of the night.
Grace had punched her sister in the shoulder. “I’m not putting out.”
“Who says that anymore? Putting out. Maybe you should stay inside with your knitting and your herbal tea.”
Stung, Grace said, “I like knitting. And more tea is always good.”
Samantha had just laughed and shoved two condoms into Grace’s purse. Grace hadn’t asked her why she had them. She didn’t want to know.
The front doorbell rang.
Grace took a deep breath and tried very hard not to wobble on her way through the office and into the hallway.
Tox stood on the porch, bigger and brawnier than she’d remembered. He could probably lift a car if he had to, and someone in his profession might have to on occasion.
He’d been looking over his shoulder, but turned as the door opened.
“Oh, crap.” Tox’s face fell. “What are you wearing?”
A surge of heat flooded her face and Grace wanted to hide behind the door until he left, which he’d hopefully do quickly. Embarrassment, waves of it, rolled over her.
She’d thought she was the worst at dating.
But this guy was worse.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As first date opening lines went, it was right up there with “What was your name again?” and “We’re going Dutch, right?”
Tox’s mouth seemed full of concrete. He had to find something better to say, fast—before her feelings got hurt. Well, it was probably too late for that.
Grace looked confused and then chagrined. She tugged at the neckline of her shirt as if she wanted to cover up the skin of her chest and neck. He hadn’t meant that . She looked amazing. The outfit did all sorts of things for her deliciously hot body, and dang, did he like looking at her.
But he’d for sure have to change the date plan, and he didn’t have a backup one…
“My sister’s clothes.” Grace stepped forward onto the porch, closing the door firmly behind her. “I told her it was a bad idea.”
“Are you kidding?” Tox almost stuttered, tripping over the words. “No! I don’t want you to think—well, of course you’d think…”
“That you think I look terrible?” She put her shoulders back, and her next words were strong. “Well, I think I look nice.” She blinked hard, as if she were working on believing it herself.
Tox stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders. “You look incredible.”
“I…what? You just said…”
“You look hotter than the devil’s kitchen. I can’t believe how good you look.” Didn’t she know that?
“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip. Chewed on it, really. Then she blushed. Yeah, Tox liked it when she did that. In fact, he wanted her to do that all the time. Everywhere. He wondered what she looked like she was naked and blushing. How far did that red spread?
“But could you change anyway?”
“Excuse me?”
“We’re doing something that will require the use of sneakers. And old clothes.”
An expression of relief crossed her face. “Oh, thank goodness.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
Tox waited on the porch. Grace had a knack for decorating,
Now, Grace put on the deep cherry lipstick her sister had insisted she wear. She took a step back and smoothed her hair. The black V-neck was deep, but it hadn’t made her feel embarrassed today as she’d leaned over patients, so it wasn’t too low. The dark red straight skirt made her calves look good, she could admit that. The black heels? At least four inches high? Well. They did make her feel pretty. And she’d promised Sam.
About clothing, anyway. Samantha had also said that she should try hard to get into trouble before the end of the night.
Grace had punched her sister in the shoulder. “I’m not putting out.”
“Who says that anymore? Putting out. Maybe you should stay inside with your knitting and your herbal tea.”
Stung, Grace said, “I like knitting. And more tea is always good.”
Samantha had just laughed and shoved two condoms into Grace’s purse. Grace hadn’t asked her why she had them. She didn’t want to know.
The front doorbell rang.
Grace took a deep breath and tried very hard not to wobble on her way through the office and into the hallway.
Tox stood on the porch, bigger and brawnier than she’d remembered. He could probably lift a car if he had to, and someone in his profession might have to on occasion.
He’d been looking over his shoulder, but turned as the door opened.
“Oh, crap.” Tox’s face fell. “What are you wearing?”
A surge of heat flooded her face and Grace wanted to hide behind the door until he left, which he’d hopefully do quickly. Embarrassment, waves of it, rolled over her.
She’d thought she was the worst at dating.
But this guy was worse.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
As first date opening lines went, it was right up there with “What was your name again?” and “We’re going Dutch, right?”
Tox’s mouth seemed full of concrete. He had to find something better to say, fast—before her feelings got hurt. Well, it was probably too late for that.
Grace looked confused and then chagrined. She tugged at the neckline of her shirt as if she wanted to cover up the skin of her chest and neck. He hadn’t meant that . She looked amazing. The outfit did all sorts of things for her deliciously hot body, and dang, did he like looking at her.
But he’d for sure have to change the date plan, and he didn’t have a backup one…
“My sister’s clothes.” Grace stepped forward onto the porch, closing the door firmly behind her. “I told her it was a bad idea.”
“Are you kidding?” Tox almost stuttered, tripping over the words. “No! I don’t want you to think—well, of course you’d think…”
“That you think I look terrible?” She put her shoulders back, and her next words were strong. “Well, I think I look nice.” She blinked hard, as if she were working on believing it herself.
Tox stepped forward and put his hands on her shoulders. “You look incredible.”
“I…what? You just said…”
“You look hotter than the devil’s kitchen. I can’t believe how good you look.” Didn’t she know that?
“Oh.” She bit her bottom lip. Chewed on it, really. Then she blushed. Yeah, Tox liked it when she did that. In fact, he wanted her to do that all the time. Everywhere. He wondered what she looked like she was naked and blushing. How far did that red spread?
“But could you change anyway?”
“Excuse me?”
“We’re doing something that will require the use of sneakers. And old clothes.”
An expression of relief crossed her face. “Oh, thank goodness.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
Tox waited on the porch. Grace had a knack for decorating,
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