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the head. I don’t think I’ve ever met a man more clueless in my life. I’m glad your brother isn’t.”
“Oh, Brendan has had his fair share of clueless moments. He just didn’t have any when it came to wanting you,” Grace said as she handed Paige two plates of pie.
“Yeah, I was the clueless one for a while. I snapped out of it though. Maybe there’s still hope for Jax.”
“I seriously hope so,” Grace said. But she seriously doubted it.
The Power of Jack Daniel’s
G race pulled into the parking lot of Adams and Family Funeral Home just before five o’clock that evening. Café Lula did the catering for the funeral home, and Aberdeen Butelle’s wake was that night. Grace had made three batches of cookies while Lula Mae put together a platter of sandwiches, and a cheese and fruit tray.
Grace got out of her car and walked around to the passenger side to grab the trays from the front seat. As she opened the door her brother’s big black pickup truck pulled into the spot next to hers.
“Hey,” he said, hopping down from his truck and slamming the door behind him. He was in his customary King’s Auto navy blue short-sleeved button-up shirt, which hung loose over his navy blue pants. His baseball cap was firmly in place on his head, and his sunglasses were perched on his nose.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
“I’m doing some work on Paige’s Jeep and I had to order a part. So I’m driving her while it’s in the shop. You need help?”
“Absolutely,” Grace said, pulling out the tray and balancing it on the roof. She pushed the passenger seat back and leaned in to the backseat to grab the other trays. She handed them to Brendan before she straightened.
Brendan grabbed them. He opened his mouth to say something else and hesitated for just a second too long.
“What?” Grace asked.
“What happened with you and Jax this morning?”
Grace closed her eyes and let out a long breath before she opened them again. “How did you find out?”
“Delta Forns came in this afternoon to get her oil changed.”
Oh, great, this was only going to get worse. Delta Forns was Denise Morrison’s nosey old neighbor. She was also a bitter old shrew. When Brendan and Paige had started seeing each other, Delta had given Bethelda Grimshaw plenty of commentary for her blog.
“How did she find out?” Grace asked as her stomach dropped down somewhere to the region of her knees.
Brendan frowned. “There was a blog post today.”
“Oh, God,” Grace said miserably. It really couldn’t get any worse. “What did it say?”
“I don’t know exactly as I didn’t read it. But apparently Jax was walking around for a good part of the morning with flour handprints on his ass.”
She was wrong, so totally wrong. It could get a whole lot worse. Grace’s stomach fell the remaining distance to her feet. She felt sick.
“What happened with him?” Brendan asked.
“Nothing important,” she said, turning again to the backseat and grabbing the last tray. She shut the door before she grabbed the other tray from the roof of her car and made her way up to the porch.
“If you don’t tell me I’ll just ask him,” Brendan said, coming up next to her.
“Like he’ll tell you anything.” Grace scoffed. Jax was the most tight-lipped man she’d ever met. Well, except when he was kissing. When he was kissing his lips were wide open and wonderful. Oh, God, just so wonderful.
Grace slid the tray back on her arm so she could open the front door. They walked in and Tara looked up at them and smiled, giving them a friendly wave as she continued to talk to someone on the phone.
“No, I understand Mr. Molten, we just don’t do that,” she said, turning back to her computer.
Grace made her way into the kitchen, Brendan hot on her heels.
“If you think this conversation is over, you’re sorely mistaken,” he said, putting the trays down on the table as she did the same thing.
“You know, you’re the
“Oh, Brendan has had his fair share of clueless moments. He just didn’t have any when it came to wanting you,” Grace said as she handed Paige two plates of pie.
“Yeah, I was the clueless one for a while. I snapped out of it though. Maybe there’s still hope for Jax.”
“I seriously hope so,” Grace said. But she seriously doubted it.
The Power of Jack Daniel’s
G race pulled into the parking lot of Adams and Family Funeral Home just before five o’clock that evening. Café Lula did the catering for the funeral home, and Aberdeen Butelle’s wake was that night. Grace had made three batches of cookies while Lula Mae put together a platter of sandwiches, and a cheese and fruit tray.
Grace got out of her car and walked around to the passenger side to grab the trays from the front seat. As she opened the door her brother’s big black pickup truck pulled into the spot next to hers.
“Hey,” he said, hopping down from his truck and slamming the door behind him. He was in his customary King’s Auto navy blue short-sleeved button-up shirt, which hung loose over his navy blue pants. His baseball cap was firmly in place on his head, and his sunglasses were perched on his nose.
“Hey, what are you doing here?”
“I’m doing some work on Paige’s Jeep and I had to order a part. So I’m driving her while it’s in the shop. You need help?”
“Absolutely,” Grace said, pulling out the tray and balancing it on the roof. She pushed the passenger seat back and leaned in to the backseat to grab the other trays. She handed them to Brendan before she straightened.
Brendan grabbed them. He opened his mouth to say something else and hesitated for just a second too long.
“What?” Grace asked.
“What happened with you and Jax this morning?”
Grace closed her eyes and let out a long breath before she opened them again. “How did you find out?”
“Delta Forns came in this afternoon to get her oil changed.”
Oh, great, this was only going to get worse. Delta Forns was Denise Morrison’s nosey old neighbor. She was also a bitter old shrew. When Brendan and Paige had started seeing each other, Delta had given Bethelda Grimshaw plenty of commentary for her blog.
“How did she find out?” Grace asked as her stomach dropped down somewhere to the region of her knees.
Brendan frowned. “There was a blog post today.”
“Oh, God,” Grace said miserably. It really couldn’t get any worse. “What did it say?”
“I don’t know exactly as I didn’t read it. But apparently Jax was walking around for a good part of the morning with flour handprints on his ass.”
She was wrong, so totally wrong. It could get a whole lot worse. Grace’s stomach fell the remaining distance to her feet. She felt sick.
“What happened with him?” Brendan asked.
“Nothing important,” she said, turning again to the backseat and grabbing the last tray. She shut the door before she grabbed the other tray from the roof of her car and made her way up to the porch.
“If you don’t tell me I’ll just ask him,” Brendan said, coming up next to her.
“Like he’ll tell you anything.” Grace scoffed. Jax was the most tight-lipped man she’d ever met. Well, except when he was kissing. When he was kissing his lips were wide open and wonderful. Oh, God, just so wonderful.
Grace slid the tray back on her arm so she could open the front door. They walked in and Tara looked up at them and smiled, giving them a friendly wave as she continued to talk to someone on the phone.
“No, I understand Mr. Molten, we just don’t do that,” she said, turning back to her computer.
Grace made her way into the kitchen, Brendan hot on her heels.
“If you think this conversation is over, you’re sorely mistaken,” he said, putting the trays down on the table as she did the same thing.
“You know, you’re the
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