The rain had lessened from Noah-build-your-ark to “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head.” Her eyes gravitated to Grady breaking the cover of the tree line into the backyard clearing. His rugged handsomeness and masculine gait grabbed her every single time. Add the latest soldier persona and her knees weakened. She bet her heart would stop if he had on his cammies from his Marine days. Though Cappy practically lived in a scaled-down version of his old Army BDUs, Grady would make his set seem both fierce and cover model at the same time. Grady stopped and waited for Cappy, who now held that wretched shotgun and emerging from the tree line, and Talon to approach from stashing his bike in Grady’s oversized garage. She shifted and inhaled at the sharp pain radiating from her shoulder blade. Bone-deep exhaustion pulled her into a weird state of numbness, and she blinked the bleary tunneling away.
