Page 1 of Guarding Grace
CHAPTER 1
Grace
On the farside of the room, Terry Goodwin stepped away from the group he was talking with, looked my way, and nodded toward the corner again. It was unfair that a man with such a black personality looked so gorgeous in a tux.
Rolling my eyes, I gave him another subtle headshake and looked away. This distance was perfect for me. I wouldn’t get another whiff of the sexy cologne he’d worn tonight.
Where did that thought come from?
Terry’s last name was laughable because, as far as I was concerned, there was nothing good about that Goodwin. His sister, Deb, however, was a sweet friend. It was a shame she couldn’t make it tonight. But her flight back from London had been canceled.
As a reminder of Terry’s nature, I reviewed his words to me when I’d arrived at this shindig. They’d been cutting as always. “Maybe I’ll call you when I need my sock drawer organized.” How was it possible he and Deb came from the same gene pool?
Ugh.He knew how hard I’d worked to build SpaceMasters, the premier organizational design firm in town. We provided elegant solutions for organizing everything from home closets to business spaces. Yet he still took every opportunity to cut me down. It hurt to have my baby—theproject I’d poured blood, sweat, and tears into—belittled at every turn by Terry the Tyrant. It raised my blood pressure every time I thought about it.
Then he’d added, “Nice claws, Kitty.”
He’d called me Kitty instead of Hellcat, Wildcat, or worse, but likely only because we were in polite company. I couldn’t remember the last time he’d said something nice to me without an audience—not that it mattered.
A few minutes later, when I looked back in Terry’s direction, Janice Cotton, one of Serena’s coworkers at the EPA, was chatting him up. As I watched, Janice slipped him her card and stroked her fingers down his chest.Terry has no idea who he’s dealing with.
Janice was a tall blonde, with incredible boobs and a waist I’d die for, on the hunt for her next husband and not bashful about it. According to Serena, Janice figured she’d need to sleep with thirty-four men to find the right one. It was some math she’d read about that nobody understood.
Next to me, Serena noticed the interaction as well. “It looks like somebody’s getting lucky tonight.”
I turned away. “She’d better be up to date on vaccinations.”
“He’s not like that,” she countered.
I used to wonder what it would be like to be a Janice—a girl with an amazing rack who got her pick of the men around. But it no longer mattered, now that I had zero time for a man. If I did, though, I’d be smart enough to avoid someone with as rotten a disposition as Terry, even if he was the most intensely masculine man in the vicinity.Such a waste of hotness.
The event this evening was held at Cardinelli’s, the best Italian restaurant in town by my estimation. My best friend, Serena Benson, had arranged this party to publicly thank the team at Hawk Security that had rescued her from a fate worse than deathanduncovered a hazardous-chemical-dumping scheme that had threatened our local drinking water.
Serena an I had met in trauma counseling, a group I’d attended to deal with the loss of my brother, Pete. Hanging around Serena, I’d met all the Hawk team. Tonight Lucas Hawk himself was here, looking as deadly as ever. My brother had once told me that Lucas could kill a man with a single finger, and damn if he didn’t look scary, even in a suit.
After dinner, Serena had given a gracious speech thanking the Hawk team, and she’d even brought the director of the EPA himself to award medals to all of them, which included Terry. Because I was classy, I’d even clapped for the Tyrant.
Thinking of the hell Serena had been through reminded me of the last time Terry had been civil to me—a few months ago at Disneyland, when Serena had needed my help. I’d joined her and pretended to be Terry’sgirlfriend for an outing to the park. It had all been a show so Terry could be an inconspicuous part of her security team. She’d been hunted by a pair of madmen intent on sex-trafficking her.
Disneyland had been a surprisingly pleasant day with Terry. I’d seen a different side of him than I’d witnessed before. For a day, I’d even come to think of him as likable. No, more than that—desirable. But then the day had ended and he’d reverted to form, becoming the nemesis I was used to.
Luckily, tonight Serena had seated me at a different table than Terry. And now that we were in the stand-and-chat portion of the evening, I only had to keep my distance for maybe another half hour.
“I’m really glad you came,” Serena told me, smiling as she slid an arm behind her fiancé, Duke Hawk. Until recently he’d been her hot, former-SEAL bodyguard, and he remained a founding member of Hawk Security.
“I wouldn’t miss my best friend’s big night,” I assured her.
Serena cocked a brow, and I inwardly cringed, afraid I’d given up the surprise Duke had arranged for her.
“You look stunning this evening,” Duke said before Serena could ask any questions.
“It’s thanks to your lovely fiancée.” I smoothed my hands down the exquisite Valentino gown. “She loaned me this dress.”
Winston Evers, a former FBI Special Agent and now a member of Hawk Security, wandered over, and the conversation thankfully pivoted. When I looked back, Terry scowled at me and tried his come-hither head nod again. I settled for sticking my tongue out at him behind a raised hand. Not as classy as I should be at an event like this, but Terry deserved it after all the aggravation he’d given me over the years.
Turning, I noticed Nick Butcher, another of Serena’s coworkers, eyeing me. I pulled in a deep breath, which made my boobs almost pop out of this tight dress.
Serena saw him as well and whispered, “You could get lucky too.”
