“I want you to leave me out of this,” Gracie said, although she could feel herself weakening.
“I swear there’s something going on. I know I’ve been crazy before, accusing Zeke of things and I’m running low on credits with you. I’m the boy who cried wolf, but I swear there’s a wolf in my house now.”
Gracie couldn’t help smiling. “If I remember my preschool reading, I believe the wolf was in with the sheep.”
“Whatever. You know what I mean.”
She did. Her humor faded. “Alexis, you put me in a really bad position. Mom is convinced I’m turning back into stalker girl. My picture’s on the front page of the newspaper and the legend of the ‘Gracie Chronicles’ is alive and well.”
“I know. I’m so, so sorry. Please. Just come with me. You don’t have to say anything. Just hover in the background and give me moral support. If he’s really not there, I’ll need your emotional support.”
Gracie shook her head and stabbed the leaf she’d been forming. She knew she was going to regret this, but she couldn’t seem to say the
“THE NUMBERS aren’t just good,” Zeke said with a grin. “They’re amazing. If the election were held tomorrow, I doubt Yardley’s own mother would vote for him.”
Riley reached for his beer. “What happened?”
“Near as I can tell…Gracie. Your numbers shot up after that picture of the two of you in the paper. Along with the old articles about her crush and what she did to get her man.”
Riley shook his head. The world was a twisted place. “So they love me now because of Gracie.”
“They love you because Gracie loves you. Or she did. Everyone enjoys a good romance. Los Lobos wants yours with Gracie to work out.”
“There is no romance.”
Zeke raised his eyebrows. “You might want to get to work on that.”
Riley looked at his campaign manager. “Let’s make this really clear. I’m not faking a relationship with Gracie for the sake of votes.”
“But…”
Riley kept his gaze steady. Eventually Zeke turned away.
“But if you were seen together, around town, that would be okay.”
Riley swallowed the rest of his beer. Talk about a strange situation. He’d gone slowly, doing his best to win over the good citizens of Los Lobos. He’d let them get used to him being around. He’d bought candy for Little League, sponsored the new jerseys, supported the local high school football team and the girl’s basketball team. He’d sent the church band to some damn parade in Italy, and he’d done it all with a smile. Now they wanted him to have a relationship with Gracie to prove himself.
Why did the idea bother him? Spending time with her wasn’t a hardship. He liked her and he wanted her in his bed. He should be grateful his plan was coming together and he would soon be in possession of his uncle’s bank and the ninety-seven million dollars.
“We’re going to have to start prepping for the debate soon,” Zeke said. “How’s next week?”
“Fine. Have we decided on a format?”
Zeke snorted. “I don’t think the evening is going to be that formal, but I’ll ask.”
“Are you sure helping me won’t interfere with your secret life?”
“I told you. I’m not having an affair.”
“As long as Alexis believes that,” Riley said, just as the doorbell rang.
He placed his beer on the coffee table in front of his chair, then stood and walked into the foyer. Zeke followed. When he opened the front door, he stared at the two women standing there. One made him want to grin. The other made him want to reach for one of Gracie’s antacids.
“It’s for you,” he told Zeke.
“I’M SORRY,” Gracie said for possibly the forty- seventh time in less than two minutes.
“It’s fine,” Riley told her and meant it.
“It’s not fine. It’s terrible. I need to leave you in peace.”
He and Gracie stood together at the far end of the foyer while Zeke and Alexis had a heated, although whispered, conversation.
“I didn’t want to come,” she told him. “Basically she guilted me into it. I’m a complete wiener dog who can be guilted into anything.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.” He could imagine her giving in to a request from a friend or a family member, even when it wasn’t in her best interest.
“He said he was going to be here tonight and she wanted to be sure.”
“I gathered that.”
Gracie stared at the black-and-white tiles. “Did I say I was sorry?”
“You did and you can stop now. None of this is your fault.”
“I know, but I still feel bad. I was really trying to stay out of your way. If you’ll notice, you haven’t seen me in two days. I figured that would be best for both of us.”
He’d noticed. What he wouldn’t admit to anyone and barely wanted to believe himself was that he’d missed her.
“You still getting flack about the newspaper picture?” he asked as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“What?” She looked at him, then away. “No. I’ve been avoiding all contact with my family. Pretty much with everyone. I thought this would be a good time to lay low. Then Alexis came looking for me.”
“We’re going to go.”
Riley turned and saw Zeke with his arm around Alexis.
“Maybe we can finish this up tomorrow,” Zeke added.
“Sure.”
Alexis looked at her sister. “Gracie, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Sure. Fine. Night.”
The front door closed behind them. Gracie sighed.
“I can’t decide if they’re going home to have makeup sex or fight some more.”
“I don’t want to think about either.”
He wasn’t interested in anyone’s sex life except possibly Gracie’s and his own. Memories of the last kiss they’d shared still lingered and while he knew it would be a damn stupid idea to pursue the matter, his brain wasn’t necessarily in charge.
“You’re being really nice about this,” she said as she gazed at him.
He liked looking at her. He liked her blue eyes and the way the curve of her mouth, or lack of curve, gave away her feelings. He liked how she stared at his earring with equal parts fascination and fear. He liked that she made cakes, loved storms and could be bought for the price of a restaurant-grade oven.
“I’m glad you stopped by,” he said.
“What?” She blinked. “Oh, yeah. Right. Me stopping by. With Alexis.”
Her cheeks turned pink and she dropped her attention back to the floor.
“Well, Alexis is gone and I should probably head out, too.”
He didn’t want her to go. Even though they weren’t going to have sex-despite how much he wanted her-he wasn’t ready to be alone.
He frowned. No, that wasn’t true. He was fine with being alone. He wasn’t ready to be without Gracie. Not yet.
“Want a tour of the old place?” he asked.
Gracie had expected Riley to say a lot of things, from “Get out of my house,” to “Come upstairs with me and let’s get naked.” She hadn’t expected him to want to play tour guide.
While she knew the most sensible course of action would be to leave, she smiled her acceptance.
“I’d love it.”
He put his hand on her shoulder, then slid it under her hair so he cupped the back of her neck.
