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way on God’s green earth, or on any other planet that He had created, that she was going to take nonsense from anyone.
    â€œYou’re right, Sister Bryce. There’ll be none of that in here today, because I’m definitely not staying here.” Grace flung her hairnet at Sister Marva and strutted out like she was on a runway in Milan.
    How am I going to explain this to Ethan? she wondered as she walked up the steps to the pulpit to exit the church. Ethan wasn’t going to be pleased. I can handle him. I can definitely handle him.

Chapter 5
    â€œYou can’t just walk out, Grace!” Ethan shouted, slamming his palms down on his desk. “Fridays are supposed to be fun days. I’m not supposed to hear bad news on Fridays. That’s always the precursor of a working weekend.”
    â€œEthan, I did what was best. It was either that or I was going to slap what little bit of Holy Ghost that woman had in her. Find me another placement.”
    â€œâ€˜Find me another placement.’ ‘Get me a role in the next Tyler Perry movie.’ ‘Get me a spring roll,’” Ethan whined in a shrill voice, trying to impersonate Grace. “I am not a maid, concierge, or some lackey you can just bark at. I’m a lawyer. The last lawyer left in the building who will deal with you.” He stepped out from behind his massive desk, walked over to her chair, and sat in front of her, on top of the desk. “You are standing on your last leg, Grace King, and if you plan on making a comeback, this is where you must begin.” He scooped up her hand and held it in his.
    The tender touch comforted her in more ways than one. She rested her cheek on the back of his hand.
    Ethan fingered the edges of her short hair. “Look at me.”
    Grace stared up at him. She licked her lips, prepping herself for the kiss she’d imagined they’d share more than once.
    â€œWe are going to get through this, like we always have, but if we’re going to make it through this”—he leaned in closer to her perfectly puckered, pouty lips—“you’re going to have to listen to me.”
    Contorting her gazelle-like neck, Grace positioned herself to receive him. Between her court dates, mandated therapy sessions, and now community service, she didn’t have much time for her two favorite things—booze and hot guys. Right now Ethan would do, with his chiseled chest and muscular arms. Grace traced the muscles in his arms with her eyes, cutting through the silk blend of his Thomas Pink orange button-down shirt. In an instant Grace stretched her long arm out and wrapped her fingers around Ethan’s arm.
    â€œMr. Summerville, Candace is on line two,” his secretary blared over the intercom, interrupting the nearly perfect kiss, which Grace needed.
    Ethan shook himself out of Grace’s grasp, hopped off the desk, hitting his hip bone on the edge, and scurried to his desk chair. He snatched the phone from its cradle.
    â€œHello, Candace,” was all Grace could make out. She listened intently as Ethan’s voice dropped to a hushed tone, so that he sounded like he was speaking over a Boyz II Men track. Grace leaned back in her chair, flung one of her long legs over the other, and repeatedly kicked the desk, jerking her knee. After a few kicks Ethan finally acknowledged her impatience. With one palm over the receiver, Ethan mouthed to Grace that she needed to give him one minute.
    â€œThat sounds really great. Can we discuss this over dinner?” he asked, wrapping up his conversation with Candace. “I have a client in the office right now. Serafina around six? See you then.” Ethan slipped the phone back into the cradle that sat on his desk. He looked in Grace’s direction, but the faint glare in his eyes indicated that his thoughts were somewhere else.
    â€œWhat do you have to discuss with Candace at Serafina? Does she even like Italian