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Hank isn’t going to sleep on the couch.”
    Grace gritted her teeth. “I need some coffee.” She elbowed past her sister.
    “Grace, I know you’re not happy about being here, but the more uncomfortable we make Stone, the sooner he’ll leave.”
    “I don’t think he’s going anywhere.” Grace poured coffee into a mug on the counter. “Honestly.”
    As soon as she sat down, Stone walked into the room wearing a pair of plaid lounge pants and a white t-shirt. “Good morning, wife,” he said, depositing a peck on Divina’s cheek.
    “Morning,” Divina grumbled in disgust.
    “Good morning, Grace,” He poured himself a mug of coffee and joined her at the table. “Anyone interested in going to a race tomorrow?” he asked playfully.
    “Nope,” Grace said first.
    “Not me either,” Divina said. “I hate the loud noise. And the dust.”
    “You’re not leaving me many options. The media will start to hunt around if no one shows up at the race with me.” He crossed his arms.
    Grace felt bad for the situation Stone had found himself in with her sister, but she refused to take the burden from Divina. Her only responsibility was to make sure the police weren’t called because God knew there was enough tension in the house between Hank and Stone, Stone and Divina, and Stone and her. This time her sister would have to pony up and go to the race herself.
    Grace chugged her lukewarm coffee before going in search of a suitable date for tomorrow.
     

 
    Chapter 3
     
    Grace ran to the door when the bell rang Saturday morning. Richard was right on time and most likely had brought flowers. He was predictable and sweet, but so not her type. She hated to take advantage of the crush he’d had on her since freshman year in college, but she was out of ideas and men to keep her out of her brother-in-law’s crosshairs. She was not going to the race with Stone. No way. No how. And even though her stomach quickened when she saw him, she was not his wife.
    Grace pulled open the door. Richard stood on the porch holding a bouquet of wildflowers. The price tag swung from the stems.
    “Hi, Richard.” She invited him in with a smile.
    “I’m so glad you called me.” Richard handed her the flowers. “These are for you.”
    “Aww. That’s so sweet,” Stone’s deep, masculine voice reverberated behind her.
    Grace sighed. “Shut up, Stone. Richard, this is–”
    “I know who he is. Stone Adams. Great to meet you.” Richard stuck his hand out to shake Stone’s hand. Stone grasped his hand and gave it two pumps. “I didn’t know you lived here.”
    “I just moved in. Grace and I are sort of roommates.” He winked and slung his arm over Grace’s shoulder.
    She tried to shrug it off, but he held on, massaging her shoulder with his fingers. She tried to ignore the warm feeling pooling her in nether regions from Stone’s harmless touch.
    “Richard is my date for the day,” she said, ignoring the small circles Stone was drawing with his fingers. “Didn’t you say you had a race, Stone?”
    “I did. Thanks for remembering. I’m off to the track soon.”
    “I’ve got the race TiVo’d so I can watch it later,” Richard gushed. “Best of luck to you. We’d better get going, Grace.”
    “Thanks for the good wishes. And you kids have a super time today. Take care of my girl.”
    The pressure of Stone’s hand released, but before she could feel grateful, he slapped her ass. She jumped and glared at him. Unfazed at her outrage, he reached out to shake hands with Richard like nothing had happened. Grace couldn’t wait to get the hell out of the house. Outrage flowed through her. How dare Stone make it look like they were more than roommates? How dare he slap her ass? She was ticked. There was no reason for his involvement in her love life. He had no say in whom she did and did not date. Even without words he’d found a way to cause trouble on her date. And what she’d felt when he touched her