Page 25 of Saving Grace

“Fine,” I grunt.

Ruby raises an eyebrow, shifting into the pose I just did.

“Sorry, Grace,” I mutter.

“You say somethin’?” Adds leans in.

“Fuck off, Rawlins.”

“Back at ya.” She beams at me.

Of course she does. Little miss sunshine. Brown eyes, curly brown hair, and actual rays of goddamn sunlight for a personality. Huddo is one lucky motherfucker. I sigh and turn to Grace. “Show me the other ones.”

She shuffles on her seat before standing like a star. With one arm up, she leans to the side and slides her hand down her leg. Another hip stretch. She bends her leg at the knee and raises herhand to the ceiling and turns her face upward. I take in the fine lines of Grace Weston. Her elegant cheekbones, her pert nose, lush lips, the dip at her collarbone before her neck, the curves of her chest, hip and...

“You want to try this one?” Upside-down blue eyes meet my gaze.

Vanilla.

Peaches.

Blood floods to my cock. Surrounded by three beautiful women, who could blame a guy? But two of those are my sisters. And I love them the same way I love my brothers. Sibling love. It’s only the girl right in front of me who is affecting me like no one before. Ever.

She shouldn’t. Not at all.

I’m pissed off at her for it.

Shut it down, Mack.

“Yeah, I’m done, this isn’t for me.” I push up to my feet, swiping up the crutch on the way up.

“Mack!” Ruby snaps.

I wave a hand over my shoulder, dismissing her.

“I’m sorry, Grace.” Addy is consoling her.Way to get your priorities in order, Adds.

Fuck, I’m a mess. Terrified of loud noises. A nasty piece of shit who can’t be around other people without snapping some poor prick’s head off.

“We can continue without him,” Ruby says as I wander into my room and slam the door.Do it somewhere else, Rubes.

I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or flat-out annoyed at this point. Either way, it comes out as angry and inhospitable. Grace should move on. Find herself another job. Another loser to baby. I bend to sit on the edge of the bed and miscalculate. My ass hits the floor a second later. My breathing turns to shit, andthe telltale burn behind my eyes floods in. I pinch the bridge of my nose.

I can’t stop the sobs wringing from my chest, clawing up my throat, and pushing past my lips. I send my hands through my hair, fisting the tufty mess. Groaning between sobs, I try to suck in air and fail. Clutching my arms, I rock on the floor.

I’m half a man.

I’m no good to anyone.

I’m a waste of space, and a liability to this family now.

How Harry hasn’t come and taken back the ranch, I don’t know.

Why the girls bother is beyond me. They shouldn’t.

Why Grace keeps trying every day . . .

I groan into my hands, letting the sobs steal the last of the useful air in my lungs.

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