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least four inches taller. She was pretty much completely covered, but every single article of clothing hugged her small curves in amazing ways. And her face and hair completed the entire picture. Her eyes were smoky; the black and gray stuff she’d used around her bright blue eyes made them look impossibly brighter. Grace’s hair fell just past her shoulder blades, but tonight she’d curled it. Thick, soft strands swirled around her face and the top of her shoulders.
    He wanted to plunge his fingers through it.
    Instead he tried not to swallow his tongue.
    *  *  *
    Grace walked into the Sleepy Sheep, and as always, her eyes zeroed in on the one man she always wanted to see. She’d known he was here. She’d seen his red truck in the parking lot. But something had to be said for the fact that she’d known exactly where he was when she’d walked into the bar. He turned around and his eyes met hers for a moment before they traveled the length of her body. She felt that slow, lingering gaze everywhere .
    He swallowed hard and took a deep breath as his eyes settled on hers again, and the frown on his face deepened.
    Interesting.
    Grace had decided she was through playing fair. She had long ago figured out how to play to her strengths, so tonight she’d pulled out all of the big guns. She had a small chest, something she hadn’t inherited from her mother or her grandmother. But an ingenious push-up bra gave her A-cup breasts a little boost. Grace had a tiny waist, but below that, her hips flared out into a rather round butt that didn’t look half bad in a good pair of jeans. She was short; something she knew could only be fixed with heels. And the power of red high heels was not to be trifled with.
    As she made her way toward the bar, she was aware of a surprising number of eyes that were on her. But she could care less about any of them except for one deep green pair, the same green pair that appeared to get more agitated the closer she got.
    “You okay?” she asked, stopping in front of Jax. “You look tense.”
    “And that’s different how?”
    Grace looked behind the bar to find Nathanial Shepherd grinning at her. But no one called him Nathanial. Well, besides his mother, grandmother, and Lula Mae. Everyone called him Shep. Jax and Shep were on opposite sides of the spectrum in many ways; Brendan fell somewhere in the middle.
    Out of the three of them, Shep was most definitely the bad boy of the group. Tattoos were scattered across both of his arms and forearms. He had perpetual scruff on his wide, chiseled jaw and above his lips, which were usually quirked up in a smile. He had the darkest blue eyes that Grace had ever seen on a man and thick wavy black hair that was always shaggy and rumpled.
    There was no doubt about it, Shep was hot. But Grace had never had any romantic feelings for him. No, those were reserved for the scowling redhead in front of her.
    Grace tilted her head to the side and studied Jax’s scowl, which reached all the way up to the corners of his eyes and wrinkled his forehead.
    “More tense than usual,” Grace amended.
    “Something that could be so easily remedied,” Shep said.
    “Shep’s remedies for life,” someone said, sliding an arm around Grace, “most likely include sex.”
    Grace looked up into the smiling face of Brendan. Claire King had passed on her light blue eyes to both of her children, but Brendan had inherited Claire’s wide smile. Whenever Grace saw it, she was intensely grateful she could still see small pieces of her mother were still alive.
    “Hey, Gracie,” he said, kissing her temple.
    “You would know all about my remedies for life.” Shep smirked. “Speaking of which, I wasn’t expecting you tonight. Where is your very pregnant wife?”
    “Paige is spending some quality time with her mother.”
    “How’s Denise doing?” Bennett asked.
    “It’s still hard for her without Trevor. But working part-time at the health clinic is keeping her a little