adult, of course. Clay and Ireneâand her stepsister Madeline, whom she hadnât called yet. High school was like another life to her, a dark time when sheâd despised herself far more than anyone else could.
Suddenly, she realized she couldnât stay where she was any longer. Bile rose from her stomach, burning the back of her throatâ¦.
Standing with as much dignity as she could muster, she hurried to the back of the restaurant and into the bathroom.
Once the door closed behind her, blocking out the curious stares that had followed her from the table, she launched herself into a toilet stall and fell to her knees, just in time to lose what little sheâd eaten of her dinner.
3
S he wasnât coming back. The other guys had finally forgotten âGrinding Gracieâ and gone on to talk about the election, the price local farmers were getting for cotton, a father/son fishing trip they were planning to take together in August. But Kennedy found himself glancing over at the table where Grace Montgomery had been sitting. Her food was still there. Sheâd eaten a little salad, but her pizza was untouched and growing colder by the minute.
Was she okay? He rocked back in his chair to check the darkened hallway that led to the restrooms, but he didnât see her. How long could it take to go to the bathroom?
âKennedy, whatâs wrong with you, man?â Joe said, nudging him. âYou too good for the rest of us now that youâre going to be mayor?â
âIâve always been too good for you bastards,â he teased as he lowered his chair. But after a few halfhearted remarks about the fishing trip, he let the conversation slip away from him again. He was waiting for Grace to come out. The guys had been groaning and whistling at her while she walked to the bathroom, making stupid comments that said they had more testosterone than brains. He wanted to say something to Grace that would smooth it all over, help her feel welcome. If he could.
Another ten minutes passed. Their own pizza came. They devoured it, and still she didnât appear.
He checked the hall once again. Nothing.
âWhy are you so preoccupied?â Buzz asked.
âIâm not,â he said, but heâd been thinking about the topless woman heâd seen in the window earlier. Now he knew who it was. Grace. She had to be staying at Evonneâs place. There couldnât be two women with a body like that.
But why was she renting a house when she had a mother, a brother and a stepsister in town who each had plenty of extra room? What was it with that family?
They polished off another pitcher of beerâno sign of Grace. âWhere is she?â he asked Buzz.
âWho?â Tim responded, overhearing.
âNever mind,â Kennedy grumbled.
âLooks like Grinding Gracieâs left her pizza for us,â Ronnie said. âYou guys think I should take a piece? Wouldnât that be funny, to have her come out and see her pizza half gone?â
âDo it,â Joe urged.
Ronnieâs chair raked the carpet as he stood, but Kennedy caught him by the arm. âSit down.â
âCome on, Kennedy, itâs just a joke.â
âForget it. You know she had a rough childhood. Give her a break, okay?â
Joe arched an eyebrow at him. âI never knew you had a thing for Grinding Gracie. The way I remember it, you wouldnât touch her with a ten-foot pole.â He lifted his nose. âYou were an Archer.â
âI was with Raelynn,â he said evenly.
âYeah, he had a girlfriend,â Buzz added.
âSo did I,â Joe replied with a careless laugh. âGrinding Gracie didnât interfere with that. It wasnât as if Iâd ever like her or anything.â
Kennedy had known these guys since grade school, but sometimes they got on his nerves. Especially Joe, who in situations like this seemed to bring out the worst in everyone. If not