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was overcome by the sensations of her body next to his—even the scent of him was familiar. She groaned softly as he lightly ran his tongue along her upper lip, begging entrance. She pulled away and gently kissed his lips once. Her hands had found their way into his mass of unruly hair and she relished the feeling of her fingers entwined in the strands.
    “Hello,” he said, eyes bright.
    “Hey,” she whispered, then cleared her throat as she stepped away. “You should probably go. Thank you for delivering the groceries. It was, um, nice to see you again.”
    Sadness crept in as soon as she said the words. She had no idea how this could work. This man—a completely different man—had John’s face, body, and he even kissed like him. How could she entertain the idea of being with him? It would be a betrayal to both Drew and John.
    Hot tears threatened to fill her eyes as she heard the front door close. She moved about her kitchen, clearing up the mugs and cleaning out the French press. She stopped and placed her hands on either side of the sink to steady herself.
    She took a shuddering breath and wiped at her eyes.
    Drew’s head spun with thoughts of Grace; her lips, her soft moan against him. He needed a minute to recover from the intense kiss they’d shared. After she’d thrown him out of her house, ridiculously aroused and rumpled, he’d tried to go over it in his mind. He needed to know what he’d done wrong. He remembered the feeling of her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling slightly and sending shivers down his spine.
    Where did it go pear-shaped?
    He wracked his brain, trying to figure out what had happened to cause her to chuck him on his ear faster than he could catch his breath.
    It was early in the day, the morning crowd of shoppers would be arriving soon and he had buckets of paperwork to get sorted before he placed his produce order for the following week. Sighing, he walked back to Ten’s, still confused, still aroused, and still thinking of Grace.
    “Oi, what do you reckon, son?” his dad called from the doorway to the office.
    The business office of his family’s grocery was seated on the upper level, with a window looking down on the entire store. Drew had the window put in about a year after he took over. He was able to keep an eye on things while taking care of business matters. That kept kids with sticky fingers out of trouble.
    “Sorry, she wasn’t expecting me and I had to wait while she dressed.” His ears went pink at the memory of her form in the damp robe.
    His dad’s face made him blush even deeper as he realized what had come from his mouth. “She made me tea. I stayed, we had a chat, I’m here now.”
    “She make the tea with her clothes on?”
    “Bloody hell, Dad! Yes, with her clothes on.”
    “All right, all right. Don’t get your knickers in a knot. She’s an American, after all. They might do things differently.” Laughing, he stepped past Drew and headed down into the store. “Sarah’s been phoning in again, son. Best figure out what the plan is for that one. I can only put her off so long.”
    Drew waved off his dad and busied himself with invoices and purchase orders for the next few hours. His mind, however, needed constant redirection from thoughts of Grace and the persistent buzzing of his phone in his pocket. Sarah was not letting go this time and his chest tightened at the thought she might show up unannounced.
    It was time for a tea break when Drew, frustrated and irritable, got up to stretch and headed out to run a few errands he’d been neglecting. Living in a small town definitely had its advantages. He loved being able to walk practically anywhere he needed to go. As he picked up his post and some meds for his mum, he saw Grace—her dark hair tumbling in waves down her back—walk into the library. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the need for a book, any book, for the chance of another run-in.
    The delicious smell of her hair haunted him and the