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She knew what to say, how to act. She knew how to leave people feeling that she was charming and sweet and engaged. And all the while her mind was just a mess of white noise.
day, she was out of steam. After eight hours of performing a one-woman play about a mentally-engaged, emotionally functional human, she had nothing left in her.
Grace’s sympathetic nervous system heard skip the party and lit up like a Christmas tree. But no, she refused to be a slave to wonky brain chemistry. She was going to that damned party, and she was going to stand in that crowd of strangers, and she was not going to freak out.
“She didn’t have to steal anything. I was all hers the first moment I saw her.”
She couldn’t forget the way he’d grabbed her in the hallway and pressed his face into her neck, and just inhaled—like he wanted to breathe her in and savor her. Like he needed to.
“You ever notice she never talks about her parents? That she gets embarrassed when Natasha mothers her? That she doesn’t know how to take a compliment? That’s a woman who’s not used to being taken care of by anybody. She’s not going to take the risk of putting herself out there—because it hasn’t paid off in the past.”
“Goddamn it, Grace! Quit using your feminine wiles to pull information out of me.” “I’m just laying here!” “And you’re very good at it.”
“I may have been…inadvertently…scent marking you when we passed in the hall.” Grace gasped, both in dawning realization and refreshed outrage. “That’s why you never moved aside for me! I thought you were just an asshole!” “Ah, Grace, I’m definitely an asshole.”
