Getting personal information out of Grace was proving to be a full time job.
He thought about it. She teaches high school English, her mother died four years ago, and she lives alone. Alone, in this huge house with no pets, no plants, it was creepy. The place was outdated, in desperate need of a makeover. How can she afford it? Teachers make no money. Maybe that's why it was outdated.
Here she was alone, doing it on her own with no help, unless there was another man in her life. That could explain things. He shook that thought off. For some strange reason picturing Grace with another man seemed wrong.
"I feel like I could explode,” Megan said.
"That's because your little belly never eats like that.” Chase rubbed her belly.
"I wish my belly didn't eat like that.” Grace pulled a pillow over her belly hugging it. “I'm surprised the Morehead City Dunkin Donuts hasn't called to check on me."
"Now, I don't believe that.” Ethan responded as his gaze focused on the ceiling. Grace had an amazing body. She had to be aware of it. She did eat though and he liked that. Too many women he met were like Megan, complaining about being full, yet she barely touched her plate.
"Oh, believe it, mister. Grace eats like a man baby!” Megan winked at Grace. “I don't know how she keeps up that fabulous body. Must be all the gymnastics and cheerleading she does."
"Thank you, my loving cousin, everyone, last surviving relative.” Grace threw the pillow at her. Chase caught it before it hit his little princess, who squealed and balled up on his lap. “Fabulous body.” Grace mumbled.
"I'm just saying you always had a knockout body. You remember in high school. Man, we used to wear the hell out of those cheerleading uniforms."
"You were a cheerleader?” Ethan sought her eyes now. He couldn't imagine her being loud and bubbly. She seemed so quiet and reserved. He liked the idea of those curves in a little uniform though. Maybe she still had one around.
"Yep.” She nodded. Megan wore the hell out of the uniform. Grace always felt a little self-conscious.
"She's the coach now. Tell them, Grace."
"I coached high school cheerleading. You know at some colleges it's not considered a sport.” She added that last part and hoped Megan wouldn't pick up the past tense.
She hadn't told her she had to give up the coaching spot. The principle told her she just wasn't excited anymore, and the squad was falling behind. If the coach doesn't have any spirit, how can the squad? The painful words rang in her ears again.
That was another reason she moved to the elementary school. She didn't want to be another joke.
"She is so modest. They won the Nationals, went to Florida to compete and everything.” Megan boasted. “She's writing a book now, too."
"Thank you, Megan, now you have bored them to tears. I think I'm going to roll myself upstairs and take a shower.” Grace didn't want to talk about work or the fact that she had to give up the coaching position to a younger teacher from a big city school, who just moved here.
Grace definitely didn't want to talk about her book. She wanted to write about her mother, but that meant admitting her mother was dead. And well, Grace hadn't really dealt with that fact yet.
"It's still early.” Chase groaned, nuzzling his nose in Megan's neck. “Let's get in some more comfortable clothes and play a board game or watch a movie."
"Yeah,” Megan chirped. “We have the best collection of old black and white movies. Casablanca, The Seven Year Itch, you name it. Plus, there are lots of great new chick flicks."
She jumped up, forcing the chair to straighten. “It'll be like old times, Gracie, but with boys, come on.” She grabbed Grace's hand and pulled her from the couch.
"You're strong for a little thing.” Grace followed her cousin without all of the bouncing up the stairs.
As Grace entered her room, she heard the groans of two men stretching and thudding down the hallway to their respective
He thought about it. She teaches high school English, her mother died four years ago, and she lives alone. Alone, in this huge house with no pets, no plants, it was creepy. The place was outdated, in desperate need of a makeover. How can she afford it? Teachers make no money. Maybe that's why it was outdated.
Here she was alone, doing it on her own with no help, unless there was another man in her life. That could explain things. He shook that thought off. For some strange reason picturing Grace with another man seemed wrong.
"I feel like I could explode,” Megan said.
"That's because your little belly never eats like that.” Chase rubbed her belly.
"I wish my belly didn't eat like that.” Grace pulled a pillow over her belly hugging it. “I'm surprised the Morehead City Dunkin Donuts hasn't called to check on me."
"Now, I don't believe that.” Ethan responded as his gaze focused on the ceiling. Grace had an amazing body. She had to be aware of it. She did eat though and he liked that. Too many women he met were like Megan, complaining about being full, yet she barely touched her plate.
"Oh, believe it, mister. Grace eats like a man baby!” Megan winked at Grace. “I don't know how she keeps up that fabulous body. Must be all the gymnastics and cheerleading she does."
"Thank you, my loving cousin, everyone, last surviving relative.” Grace threw the pillow at her. Chase caught it before it hit his little princess, who squealed and balled up on his lap. “Fabulous body.” Grace mumbled.
"I'm just saying you always had a knockout body. You remember in high school. Man, we used to wear the hell out of those cheerleading uniforms."
"You were a cheerleader?” Ethan sought her eyes now. He couldn't imagine her being loud and bubbly. She seemed so quiet and reserved. He liked the idea of those curves in a little uniform though. Maybe she still had one around.
"Yep.” She nodded. Megan wore the hell out of the uniform. Grace always felt a little self-conscious.
"She's the coach now. Tell them, Grace."
"I coached high school cheerleading. You know at some colleges it's not considered a sport.” She added that last part and hoped Megan wouldn't pick up the past tense.
She hadn't told her she had to give up the coaching spot. The principle told her she just wasn't excited anymore, and the squad was falling behind. If the coach doesn't have any spirit, how can the squad? The painful words rang in her ears again.
That was another reason she moved to the elementary school. She didn't want to be another joke.
"She is so modest. They won the Nationals, went to Florida to compete and everything.” Megan boasted. “She's writing a book now, too."
"Thank you, Megan, now you have bored them to tears. I think I'm going to roll myself upstairs and take a shower.” Grace didn't want to talk about work or the fact that she had to give up the coaching position to a younger teacher from a big city school, who just moved here.
Grace definitely didn't want to talk about her book. She wanted to write about her mother, but that meant admitting her mother was dead. And well, Grace hadn't really dealt with that fact yet.
"It's still early.” Chase groaned, nuzzling his nose in Megan's neck. “Let's get in some more comfortable clothes and play a board game or watch a movie."
"Yeah,” Megan chirped. “We have the best collection of old black and white movies. Casablanca, The Seven Year Itch, you name it. Plus, there are lots of great new chick flicks."
She jumped up, forcing the chair to straighten. “It'll be like old times, Gracie, but with boys, come on.” She grabbed Grace's hand and pulled her from the couch.
"You're strong for a little thing.” Grace followed her cousin without all of the bouncing up the stairs.
As Grace entered her room, she heard the groans of two men stretching and thudding down the hallway to their respective
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