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Grace’s fault. Her too tight T-shirt was distracting him. But it wasn’t like she could take it off or anything.
    And then he had an image of her taking off her too tight T-shirt.
    “Shit,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with his palms. But that image wasn’t going anywhere.
    Grace turned to look at him, her knee brushing his thigh for the hundredth time that night.
     “What?” he asked, looking at her.
    “Nothing,” she said, shaking her head, looking more than slightly amused. “You just keep mumbling to yourself over there. It must be a fascinating conversation.”
    “Grace, pay attention,” Harper said, leaning over the bar to get a better view of the TV.
    Jax turned just as the batter for the Red Sox took a swing and the ball sailed past the outfield and into the stands.
    “Shit,” Jax repeated, but Grace’s and Harper’s loud cheers drowned it out.
    “Okay, what do I win?” Grace asked, sticking her hand out toward Shep.
    The grin that spread across Shep’s face made Jax more than a little nervous. Shep pulled the napkin out of his pocket and placed it in Grace’s hand. She opened the napkin, her eyes gleaming.
    “Perfect,” she said, slapping the napkin down in front of Jax so he could read it.
    The loser has to ask the winner to dance to a song of the winner’s choosing.
    “I don’t dance,” Jax said, looking up at all the eyes now focused on him.
    “You shook on it,” Bennett said. “That’s a verbal contract. As a man of the law you can’t back out.”
    God, how the hell was he going to last three minutes with Grace pushed up against him?
    “Don’t worry, Jax,” Grace whispered in his ear, “it’ll be painless.”
    Nope, that wasn’t true. He’d been in quite a bit of pain for the last three hours. Dancing with Grace was going to be excruciating.
    “Go pick your song, Princess,” he said, turning to her, his face just inches away. He was so close to her that he had an up-close and personal view to her blue eyes.
    Grace slid off her seat and Harper followed her to the corner.
    “You guys suck,” Jax said, finishing his beer. What he really needed was a shot of whiskey, but that wasn’t in his best interest since he would be driving soon.
    “Yeah,” Shep said, shaking his head. “You have to dance with a beautiful girl. Your life is so hard.”
    “I don’t know how you do it,” Brendan said.
    A soft slow song picked up over the speakers and Jax stood up as Grace made her way across the bar. She stopped in front of him, her smile suddenly shy. It made his chest tighten.
    “Can I have this dance, Princess?” he asked, holding out his hand for her.
    “Absolutely,” she said, putting her hand in his.
    He led her away from the four pairs of prying eyes onto the nearly empty dance floor. He slowly spun her around and pulled her to him, her body right up against his. He placed his free hand at the small of her back, and she rested hers on his shoulder.
    Jax had danced with Grace before, but he could never fully prepare himself for the feeling of having her so near. How her hand felt in his, or what it did to him when she rested her head on his chest, or how every time he breathed he inhaled her. He could dance with her every day for the rest of his life, and it would still feel like this. Like his world was here in front of him, like the most important thing in his life was in his hands. And then the music would end, she’d walk away, and he’d be surprised he was still standing.
    Jax moved his head, and his nose skimmed the top of her hair. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he continued to move them slowly across the dance floor.
    “Jax,” Grace whispered as she pulled back from his chest and looked up at him, “are you going to tell me why you’re in such a mood?”
    “Your clothes are too tight.”
    “What?” she asked, confusion wrinkling her forehead. “You don’t like what I’m wearing?”
    “No,” he lied. Problem was he liked it way too much.