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“What?” Mark reeled backward, nearly catching his heel on a cooler. Going overboard twice in one night—sure, why not? What else could go wrong? “What are you talking about?”
Eyes wide, Gracie folded her lips together, as if she was already regretting those words. Didn’t matter. By now, he was determined not to let her off the hook.
“We’re doing this. Here and now. I don’t care how cold or wet or not-drunk-anymore I am.”
“Okay. Okay, you’re right. Let’s go inside. You’re shivering.”
“I’m not shivering.” Okay, maybe he was. But the hell if he was going to wait one more minute to find out what was going on. Him and Gracie, related? What the f**k? She should have said something long ago, before he started noticing her legs and her eyes and the way he felt around her, light and happy. “
