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and was ready to pass out by the end of the second one. She was relieved when the band switched to a slow song.
    “I was afraid you weren’t going to show up tonight,” Adam whispered into her ear.
    She leaned back so she cou ld look up into his hazel eyes. “I almost didn’t, but I’m really glad I did.”
    He smiled , his eyes crinkling up in the process.
    “I’ve never seen a show quite like that befor e. It was very entertaining. Have you two been fighting like that very long?”
    Adam smirked. “I never did like him. He’s such a blowhard.”
    “You could have fooled me. I remember you two hanging out at one time.”
    “Only because we w ere in the drama club together. We had no choice.”
    Grace tilted her head. Standing directly under one of the overhead lights, she could make out a rather large bruise on Adam’s temple. “Have you been in a fight?”
    Adam smiled at her. “No. Why?”
    “Your head’s bruised.” Bringing her gaze down, she noticed a black smudge on his collar. “What have you been up to?”
    Adam reached up and gingerly touched his face. “I don’t know why it would be bruised. I haven’t hit my head on anything,” he said, confused.
    Grace shrugged and told him he might want to take a look at it in the bathroom.
    Promising her he would, he asked, “You aren’t going to work with Steve, are you?”
    Grace shook her head. “Of course not! Why would I?”
    “Good. I wouldn’t hire you if you were working with him.”
    “Hire me? Are you serious? You really want me to be in one of your movies?”
    Adam laughed. “No. I need your help on another project. I spoke to Beth last week, and we got around to talking about you. She told me what you’ve been doing up in New York. I could really use your help.”
    “Oh? ” she asked skeptically. “How can I possibly help you?”
    Adam looked over his shoulder. “We’ll work out all the details tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy tonight.”
    Shrugging, Grace laid her head back down on his chest as he led her across the dance floor. A few moments passed while her mind wandered peacefully until a sudden tearing sound shattered the mood.
    Grace giggled. “Kyle, you’re stepping on my dress.”
    “Adam.”
    “What?” Distracted, Grace carefully lifted the edge of her dress off the floor. She bent over and ran her fingers across the six-inch tear running along the hem and up a seam. She straightened quickly when she felt her inner slip begin to slide down her hips.
    “My name is Adam.”
    Dropping the hem back to the floor, Grace smiled in confusion. “I know that, Adam. Come on. We’d better go back to the table. I think my hoop is about to come undone.”
    Grace weaved passed the other dancers, gripping her skirt tightly, as she felt the inner slip start to sag to the floor.
    Temporarily averting embarrassment, she gratefully sank back down into her seat, wondering how she was going to make it to the bathroom in order to remove the dress’ slip without tripping over it. Grace smiled at Adam as he took the seat next to her.
    “See, this is what happens when someone watches too much TV. When Thomas and I have children , they are not going to be allowed to watch TV. I don’t want them getting ridiculous notions.” Speaking directly to Grace, Crystal said, “At least, you finally came to your senses and decided to come home.”
    “Eventually,” Grace said sarcastically, wondering what Crystal was babbling about.
    “About time you two finally got back,” Steve said. “We’ve been waiting here for the last thirty minutes while you and Hitchcock have been tripping the light fantastic.”
    Grace looked at the table of expectant faces.
    “Well?” Steve demanded rudely.
    “Wel l, what?” she asked irritated. It was clear that they all had been talking about her in her absence. With the way she was dressed, she rather expected that, but she couldn’t understand the hostility that was coming from Steve.
    “Is it true? Are you