Someone was calling her from the office on a Saturday?
How weird.
She dug her cell phone out of her purse and called.
'Hey, Grace,' Beth said as soon as she answered. 'Listen, I'm down here in my office. We were broken into last night.'
'No! Who would do such a thing?'
Grace caught the curious look Julian directed at her. She offered him a tentative smile as she listened to Beth Livingston, the psychiatrist who shared office space with her and Luanne.
'I have no idea. They've got a crime scene unit down here taking prints. As far as I can tell, though, nothing important was taken. Did you have anything valuable in your office?'
'Just my computer.'
'It's still here. Anything else? Money or anything?'
'No. I never leave valuables there.'
'Hang on, the officer wants to talk to you.'
Grace waited until she heard a man's voice. 'Dr. Alexander?'
'Yes.'
'I'm Officer Allred. It looks like someone took your Rolodex and a few files. Any idea who would want them?'
'No, I don't. Do you need me to come down there?'
'I don't think so. Basically, we're just pulling prints, but if you can think of anything else, please give us a call.' He handed the phone back to Beth.
'Do you need me?' Grace asked.
'Nah. There's really nothing you can do. It's actually pretty boring.'
'Okay, buzz me if you need something.'
'Will do.'
Grace hung up the phone and returned it to her purse.
'Is something wrong?' Julian asked.
'Someone broke into my office last night.'
He frowned. 'Why?'
'I have no idea.' Grace duplicated his frown as she thought the matter over. 'I can't figure out why anyone would want my Rolodex. Since I bought my Palm Pilot last spring, I haven't even used it. It's just odd.'
'Do we need to leave?'
She shook her head. 'Nope.'
Julian allowed Grace to lead him around the various tanks as she read the foreign writing to him that explained the different breeds and habitats.
Gods, how he loved the sound of her voice when she read to him. There was something so comforting in it. He draped an arm over her shoulders as they walked. She placed her arm around his waist, curling one finger in his belt loop.
The gesture wanned him. And it was then he realized he lived for the feel of her body close to his. And he'd like it a whole lot more if they were both naked.
When she smiled up at him, he felt his heart pound out of control. What was it about this woman that touched him in a way no one ever had before?
But then he knew. She was the first woman to see
He'd never known such a person existed.
Grace treated him like a friend. And she was genuinely interested in helping him. Or at least she seemed to be.
Or was it?
Could a woman as wonderful and kind as her ever really care for a man like him?
She stopped at another plaque. Julian stood directly behind her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She idly stroked his forearms as she read.
His body on fire for her, he leaned his chin down to rest on top of her head as he listened to her voice and watched the fish swim. The smell of her skin invaded his head as he longed to be back at her house where he could strip her clothes from her.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Grace. In fact, he didn't think he'd ever wanted one the way he did her. He wanted to lose himself inside her. To feel her nails scoring his back as he made her scream in release.
May the Fates have mercy on him, but she was under his skin.
That's what truly scared him. For she held a place inside him that could hurt him in a way he'd never been hurt before.
She, alone, could finally break him.
It was almost one before they left the aquarium. Grace cringed as soon as they went back outside where the heat assailed her. On days like this, she wondered how anyone had survived before air-conditioning.
She looked over at Julian and smiled. Now he was someone who could finally answer that question for her. 'Tell me, what did you guys do to survive days that were this hot?'
He arched an arrogant brow. 'This isn't hot. If you want hot, try marching an army across a desert, wearing armor with only half a bladder of water to sustain you.' She cringed for him. 'Now that sounds hot.' He didn't respond.
Grace glanced over to the square, which was packed with people. 'Do you want to see Selena while we're out and about? She should be at her stand. Saturday is usually a big day for her.'
'I'm just following you.'
Taking his hand, Grace led him down the street, over to Jackson Square. Sure enough, Selena was at her stand with a client. Grace started to walk past without interrupting them, when Selena waved her over.
'Hey, Gracie, you remember Ben? Or rather Dr. Lewis from school?'
Grace hesitated as she recognized the portly man in his mid-forties.
Remember him? He'd given her a D, and brought down her entire average. Not to mention he had an ego the size of Alaska, and loved to embarrass students in class. In fact, she remembered one poor girl crying when he handed out his sadistic final exam to them. The man had actually laughed at the girl's reaction.
'Hi,' Grace said, trying not to let her distaste show. She supposed the man couldn't help being obnoxious. A Harvard Ph.D., he thought the world revolved around him.
'Miss Alexander,' he said in that same snide tone she remembered and loathed so much.
'Actually, it's
'Forgive me,' he said in a voice that was anything other than apologetic.
'Ben and I were talking about ancient Greece,' Selena said, casting a devilish grin at Julian. 'I'm of the opinion that Aphrodite was the daughter of Uranus.'
Ben rolled his eyes. 'I keep telling you that the accepted opinion is that she was born of Zeus and Dione. When are you going to give in, and join the rest of us?'
Selena ignored him. 'So tell me, Julian, who's right?'
'You are,' he said to Selena.
Ben raked a haughty look over Julian. Grace knew he saw nothing in Julian, except a very handsome man, who most likely knew only beer commercials and cars. 'Young man, have you
Grace stifled her laughter at the question. She couldn't wait to hear Julian's response.
Julian laughed out loud. 'I've read Homer extensively. The tales attributed to him are an amalgam of legends told and retold until the true facts are lost to antiquity, whereas Hesiod wrote the