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Mark felt Gracie’s tremors all through his body. She was normally so lighthearted; he’d never seen her so upset. Not even after that crazy party with Druggie Lowlife dude.
He folded her against him and glanced up at the rest of the group. These must be the Rockwells. They were all staring at him with expressions ranging from fascinated to stunned. A quick series of impressions struck him. Green eyes, that was a theme. Various shades from jade to jungle green. Then the old man in the armchair, with a wild white beard and a cane that look like something out of Lord of the Rings.
Rugged, that was the word that came to mind about the men in the room. A lot of testosterone was staring back at him. Three older brothers, Gracie had said. Yup, that about covered it—not to mention the big, br
