Grace peeled the potatoes with such force that more than one poor spud was a mere nub of its former self. Quickly tossing the offending potatoes in the trash so her mother wouldn’t see, she forced herself to peel only the brown peels.I’m not freaking out. I’m not freaking out. I’m. Not. Freaking. Out.“Grace, do you know where the potholder is?” her mother Julia asked.Grace jumped, the peeler clattering into the sink.“Goodness, you’re so on edge today!” Julia plucked the potholder from around her daughter, giving Grace a concerned look. “Are you okay?”“I’m fine. Just have a lot on my mind.” Grace turned and began peeling, slowly and without destroying the potato in hand.Julia didn’t say anything, but Grace could feel her mother’s gaze on the back of her neck.“Well, let me know if you need any help.”Grace had been like this since Adam had so helpfully told her that they’d be having a guest for Thanksgiving: none other than Jaime himself. Of course he was coming for Thanks
Jaime guessed about five seconds passed before Grace ran after him.“Jaime! Stop!” She grabbed onto his arm, effectively stopping him. “Are you always going to run away like this?”That got his attention. He swiveled, looking at her flushed cheeks and ruffled hair and how she looked like she’d just gotten kissed thoroughly, and all he could say was, “What?”She let go of his arm, crossing her own arms. “You can’t just keep doing this. You can’t kiss me and then run like you’ve murdered someone.”“I’m not running.”Grace just looked at him.He ran a hand through his hair. The sun was setting and he was sure everyone inside was wondering where the hell the two of them were. Especially Adam. Jaime winced. Adam probably thought the worst was happening out here, but of course Jaime had to be the one to run after Grace.“We just—we can’t do this.” His explanation sounded lame to his ears. He made a frustrated sound, mostly because he didn’t know how to make things clear when he himsel
Two weeks after Thanksgiving, Grace hadn’t seen nor spoken to Jaime. That had been a fairly difficult task, given the size of the town they lived in and Jaime’s connection to her family. But Grace had wanted to honor his wish to stop whatever it was they’d been doing, although in actuality, she’d been too frustrated with him to see his face and not shake him until his teeth rattled.She’d had an idea forming in her mind since then. If one of the main reasons they couldn’t be together was because of this ridiculous investigation, then perhaps Grace could do something to prove Jaime’s innocence. At first she dismissed the idea as too ludicrous. What could she do? She had an art degree, not a police badge. But as the days passed and she longed for Jaime just as much as ever, she felt like she had to do something. It was better than waiting around, hoping things would change.On a bright, chilly day in early December, Grace awoke to a light snowfall. It was the first of the year, and it
“You, Jaime Alejandro Martínez García, are the biggest piece of shit in the entire world.”Jaime looked at himself in his bathroom mirror, and sadly, his reflection didn’t feel compelled to agree or disagree with this announcement. He turned on the faucet and splashed his face with cold water until it seeped into him and maybe, just maybe, would cool off the rest of him.Not fucking likely.He just had to stop and pick Grace up, didn’t he? He just had to have her in his truck. And then he just had to stop said truck and touch her like that and get her off and hear her breathy moans as she orgasmed, and Jesus Christ, he wasn’t sure if he hated himself more than he felt stupidly pleased with himself.It had been a grand total of two hours since their…encounter. The encounter where Jaime had kissed Grace Danvers, touched her, and oh, put his hand down her pants—or leggings, in this instance—and made her come with his fingers.Looking at himself in the mirror again, he had half a mind
Grace watched as Jaime rolled off of her, like she’d just told him she had the plague. That little bit of information—I’m a virgin—had fallen out of her mouth, and now it sat in the middle of the room, like the greatest elephant, neither of them wanting to touch it. She grabbed her shirt and pants, pulling them on, not wanting to lie there half-naked.She sat back down on the couch, covering her face with her hands. She’d been debating since forever about whether or not to tell him, mostly because she wanted him to know she had no idea what she was doing and didn’t want him to think she was some incompetent loser. But now he thought she was, in fact, an incompetent loser who no guy had wanted to sleep with. She stifled a groan. Was it her fate to screw everything up? Now Jaime would look at her like this freak—twenty-three years old and a virgin.The word felt heavy on her tongue. Virgin virgin virgin. She hated it. She hated that she cared. She hated that he cared. Uncovering her ey
Despite the investigation, River’s Bend ran as it ever did. Now approaching Christmas, Jaime and the staff prepared their holiday menu, which generally brought in a decent amount of revenue before the close of the year. He worked with Adam on what to serve, ordered the necessary food, and showed his interns and chefs new techniques and recipes. Even Eric seemed somewhat engaged, although Jaime didn’t expect that would last very long.Showing his staff how to make the best rack of lamb one afternoon, Jaime found himself in a better mood than he had in ages. Mostly because he couldn’t stop thinking about Grace or what had happened in his house just a few days prior. He knew he should feel guilty about it. He’d told himself he wouldn’t get involved with her further, that it would only result in difficulties for him at work.But his cheery mood wouldn't let him be plagued by guilt and doubts. For now, he was going to enjoy this small bit of happiness, especially since the investigation h
Grace could hardly believe this was happening. Jaime, kissing her, on a bed, about to have sex with her. It was a dream. It was unbelievable. She could barely catch her breath. He wouldn’t stop kissing her, his hands all over her, making her hot and desperate, like her skin had become too tight.“Are you sure about this?” he asked again, although as he said it, he was inching her shirt up over her head.“Is it cheesy to say I haven’t been surer of anything in my life?”He stilled, gripping the hem of her shirt, like he had to take in her words. He was breathing hard, and she wondered if he were having second thoughts. Was he freaked out by the fact that she was a virgin? Was he a virgin? She almost laughed. She knew he wasn’t. He’d had his share of girlfriends, which, at that thought, jealousy pricked her, sharp and unexpected. Other women had touched him, kissed him, felt him moving inside of them. Saw his smile, how his dark hair fell across his forehead.She took his hand, still
After leaving Grace and returning back to his house, Jaime showered and tried to put things away from the search warrant. Despite the cloud of doom hanging over his head due to this entire investigation, he couldn’t feel completely hopeless, either. As he put away clothes in his drawer, he thought about everything that had happened last night.Grace, kissing him. Grace, trembling in his arms. Grace, so lovely and wet and tight and amazing. He’d never slept with a virgin, except when he’d been a virgin himself, and he hadn’t known what to expect. He’d been afraid that she’d have a change of heart or even cried, but he should’ve known better. She’d known what she’d wanted and had only faltered for one moment, before she insisted they continue what they had started.He laughed a little at himself. If anyone had been afraid, it had been him. He’d been afraid he’d hurt her unintentionally. What did he know about women and their first times beyond that it was supposed to be painful and the