A slow smile crossed Allison’s face and she nodded. “I’m glad he has you, Grace. He deserves someone wonderful.”
Grace’s gut twisted. Sloan did deserve someone wonderful. The problem was, she wasn’t wonderful. She still hadn’t told him the truth about her past.
“So you’re not mad about me and your brother?”
“No, of course not.” Allison’s smile faded. “There is one rule though.”
“What’s that?”
“No talking about your sex life. It would scar me for life.” Allison shivered and walked into the next store.
Tabitha smirked. “Tell me. Is hot cop as good as I think he is? Did he ‘serve’ you well?”
Grace grinned. “Oh, yeah. He served me five times last night.”
Tabitha pouted. “You are one lucky bitch.”
Grace smiled. “Yes, I know.”
Chapter Eight
Sloan had just showered and dressed when there was a knock at his front door. He glanced at the clock on his microwave. Grace shouldn’t be here for another thirty minutes, unless Allison was driving like a bat out of hell again.
He grabbed two beers out of the refrigerator and headed to the door. After last night he was eager to get Grace in his arms again.
His smile slid off his face as he opened the door.
“What are you doing here?”
Felicia, dressed in a tight black skirt and red sleeveless shirt, stood with her arms crossed over her chest. “Nice to see you too, Sloan. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
“No.” He shut the door, but she stuck her high heeled shoe in the way before he could get it fully closed. “What do you want?”
She pushed her way inside. Her gaze landed on the beer. “I don’t usually drink beer, but I’ll take whatever you’re offering.” She took the bottle out of his hand.
He snorted when she took a big drink and grimaced. He’d known she wouldn’t like it. Felicia was a hard-core wine drinker.
She cleared her throat. “I need to talk to you.” She headed toward his living room and sunk into the oversized leather sofa that she hated so much. She curled her lip as she took in the masculine décor of leather furniture and a big screen TV.
“Fine. Talk.” He sat in his favorite recliner and sighed. The sooner she said what she needed to say the sooner she’d leave.
“I want you to do a background check on Grace.”
“Excuse me?”
“I know you think I’m just being petty.”
“No, you’re being jealous. You can’t stand the fact that I’ve moved on and no longer think about you.”
Her face tightened.
He didn’t care that he’d hurt her feelings. He was tired of living in the shadow of their dead relationship. He had a life now, a life with Grace.
“You also don’t like the fact that people in town are accepting her as their own. You’d be surprised at how many people tell me every day how much they like her.” He took a long drink of his beer and stood. “It seems the town that was once so loyal to you has found a new darling.”
The front door shut and he turned.
“Sloan, did you not hear me knocking?” Grace entered the living room and froze. Her gaze landed on Felicia who slowly stood and faced her.
“Grace, I wasn’t expecting you until later.”
“I see that.” Her face paled a few shades as hurt flashed through her eyes. “I got you this in Nashville.” She set the brightly decorated box on the end table and hurried out the door.
“Grace, wait!” He sprinted across the yard and caught her before she made it to her car. “Look at me. It’s not what you think it is.”
She arched her brow and snorted. “Really? ’Cause it looked a lot like you and your ex were having a beer and getting friendly.”
“And you’d be wrong.” He turned and shot a glare at Felicia who’d followed them outside. “Felicia was just leaving, weren’t you?” Grace tried to wriggle out of his arms. He tightened his hold.
Felicia shrugged. “Fine.” She walked past them and slid into her Mercedes. She rolled down her window before she drove away. “Sloan, you really should take my advice.”
“Don’t come back, Felicia. You aren’t welcome.” Sloan glared.
She spun tires as she sped down the driveway, leaving a trail of dust in her retreat.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why she was here?” He loosened his grip on her and stepped back.
“It’s really none of my business. One night of good sex does not a relationship make.”
“One night of amazing sex.” He took a step toward her. “You have to admit that it was amazing sex.”
She shot daggers at him with her angry gaze. She looked so damn beautiful standing there in tight jeans and a green shirt that showed off her lean body. Even mad as a hornet, she was making him hard.
“Aren’t you going to ask why she was here?”
She clenched her hands into fists yet said nothing.
“I’m going to tell you anyway. She came by here to cause trouble between us. She’s jealous of you and can’t stand it.”