Falling for Grace by Maddie James

Author:Maddie James
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: ballet, contemporary, romance book, romantic comedy, small town
Publisher: Maddie James

Chapter Nine

There, take that! Let them even think about calling me a prude again.

With near precision aim, or as much precision aim as she could muster under the circumstances, Gracie sank another olive into the martini glass on the sink. From her seat at the bar, the glass was sitting approximately five feet away on the counter against the wall. With the olive carefully positioned between her thumb and forefinger, she slightly closed one eye and tossed another across the empty space between.

Plop!

Oh yes, she was good. The glass was half full already.

And it was only her, hm, what? Her third martini?

Or was it her fourth?

Couldn’t tell from the olives piling up in the martini glass, she knew, she’d stolen most of them from behind the bar when Carson wasn’t looking.

Oh, hell, she thought. Eating olives and slurping martinis—she’d puff up like a blowfish by morning.

Slowly, Gracie leaned lower into the bar and placed her cheek against the cool, wooden surface. It was late and she was tired. She was also hot. Her brain felt slightly shrink-wrapped. The music from that stupid jukebox was bouncing around inside her skull, not to mention the poinging of those arcade machines. Her eyelids felt like sandpaper was stuck to the backs of them.

She was most likely a bit tipsy.

But, she wasn’t a prude.

Nope.

Not Grace Elizabeth Hart.

She was the life of the damned party. Poo poo on Constance and whomever else doubted her party-hardyness. Now, if she just knew where Constance and the others had gone...

Perhaps she should take a nap. Just a little one.

“Gracie, wake up, honey. We’re leaving.”

Gracie sat up like a shot and tried to focus on the face belonging to the voice in front of her, but all she could distinguish was a fuzzy blob of colors that must represent a human being of some sort, and a dull pain that landed with a thud across her forehead.

“Huh?”

“Time to go, Sweety.”

“Don’t wanna.” Gracie slunk back down and put her cheek against the bar again. Ah, that felt so good.

Someone tugged at her arm. “Now, honey. Before you pass out totally and we have to carry you.”

Gracie didn’t look up, partially waved a leaden arm at the voice, and closed her eyes. There were more voices behind her, beyond her consciousness almost, but she really didn’t care what the voices said.

All she wanted was to sleep...

Sometime later she realized the music and the poinging had stopped thrumming in her head and the lights weren’t nearly so harsh against her closed eyes and that the wooden counter against her cheek had been replaced with something warm and firm, but yet much softer than the bar.

That was about the same time she realized that someone was quietly talking into her ear—although she couldn’t quite understand what that someone was saying—and even through the fuzz and haze of her brain it felt suspiciously like someone had lifted her and was carrying her somewhere....

She wasn’t quite sure where.

Oh well, it didn’t matter, did it?

* * * *

“Okay, Sleeping Beauty, let’s get this over with.

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