Saving Grace by Katie Graykowski

Author:Katie Graykowski [Graykowski, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 22571165
Published: 2014-06-19T04:00:00+00:00

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“So you’re the famous Grace Kelley.” A man with perfectly styled coal-black hair and shockingly aqua-blue eyes held his hand out to Grace. He reminded her of Superman—all blue eyes and broad shoulders.

“Yes.” Grace took his hand, shook it firmly, and let it go.

“Warren Daniver.” The smile in his eyes was warm and genuine.

“The team owner.” Grace nodded. He’d been so abrupt when she’d spoken to him on the phone. Her first impression of him didn’t fit the man in front of her.

“Yes, I’m a huge fan.” He slipped a hand into his left trouser pocket and pulled out a phone. “I’d love a selfie with you.”

Silence rippled through the players. By the look on Devon’s face, Daniver might have asked for angels to come down from heaven and make him a sandwich.

“Sure.” Grace squished up next to him while he held the camera at arm’s length and took the picture.

When she moved away, he put a hand on her arm. “I have a business proposition for you, would you be available some night this week to discuss it over dinner?”

It took a full ten seconds for it to register he was asking her out on a date. She glanced at Chord who was pointing to HW’s kite and laughing. Were she and Chord on the verge of starting something, or did he just want sex?

“I see.” Daniver’s voice cooled by several degrees.

Her eyes flicked to his face, and she noticed his gaze was now on Chord.

“You and Chord are an item.” He sounded mildly disappointed.

“What? No…” Heat settled on her cheeks, and she was sure they were Valentine’s Day red.

A knowing smile touched his lips and then he said under his breath, “Too bad the coach spotted you first.”

“But we’re not—”

“Not yet.” He grinned and showed a lot of perfect white teeth. “That’s okay. I would still like to discuss some business with you. How about tomorrow night? After dinner?”

“Why don’t you come for dinner tomorrow? Six-thirty, good for you?” Grace had no idea what business he could have with her, but she was always up for the opportunity to feed people.

“I’ll be there. Can’t wait.” He winked at her. “I don’t suppose you’d sing something for us?”

Sing? Grace hadn’t more than fiddled with her guitar in a while. Her father’s old Gibson was in her trunk…and she had been working on a song called, Waiting before she’d met the kids.

“Why not?” It was both exciting and comforting to perform. She’d missed it. Pulling the keys out of her back pocket, she unlocked the truck and pulled out the guitar. She walked around to the front of her car, stowed the guitar case on the roof, pulled out the guitar, and leaned against the door. She strummed, tuned, and then strummed again. She started with a little Willie Nelson and then moved into some Don Henley to warm up her voice.

When her vocal chords were good and ready, she started on Waiting. She let the plaintive chords of the ballad wash over her and felt herself fall into the music.

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