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He leaned against the wall, his ar in his forearms His dark brows rose “What’s theain”

“Who’s Carlene?” she forced out between stiff lips

“My date”

“Your date?” Was that husky voice hers?

“Yeah” He even sounded like one of his cowboys She wondered if his Spanish great-grandfather had been equally chaoing concern, through hard work and business acuave her a look that said he thought she’d been sniffing glue instead of wiping it up “Yeah”

There went her plans for another sexy dinner Looking around the kitchen, she noticed other things besides the roses Grant had set out silverware and plates on the counter to be carried into the dining roo your date here?”

“She wants to cook us and a whole lot ood idea?”

“Why not?” The sound of a bird screeching reached her ears Grant frowned “Is there any way to keep that parrot quiet tonight? He’s going to ruin the etic while silently praising her parrot for his screeching tenor “I’ I can do”

“I’ll think of souess I’ll pick up the cats and get out of your way”

“Great”

It was a good thing Zoe didn’t have a glass of water handy Grant would be the only contestant in a wet T-shirt contest otherwise “Right Well I’ll just get the cats”