Chaos & the Geek (Grace Grayson Security #1) - Elizabeth Stevens Page 0,46

grabbed up my phone and a coat and hurried out.

Kit appeared at his bedroom door and…

“Damn,” I whispered.

Kit was wearing a black tuxedo with white shirt and black tie. He took my damn breath away. He was like your renaissance romance all wrapped up in a delicious package. I was thinking heavily of giving that McLean’s thing a miss and to try that masturbation thing one more time. I was pretty sure I’d get it this time.

But better than the way Kit looked was the way he was looking at me.

Oh, I was going to sear this memory into my brain for life.

As I walked over to him, he looked me over like I was anything other than his best friend’s little sister, like I was anything other than a geek who didn’t know what she was doing – either in the bedroom or in life. I could feel the heels making my hips sway more than usual and I was going to just soak up the adoration in his eyes.

We met in the middle of the room, our eyes pinned to each other.

It was one of those moments you were supposed to kiss. One of those moments you summed up your whole range of emotions in a single physical action. I wanted it. Badly. Kit made me feel things – want things – I’d thought I was okay without. He made me want to throw caution to the wind, to tell Patrick I could do what I wanted. But I knew what me kissing him would do to his friendship with my brother, and I wasn’t so far gone to do that to either of them no matter how much I wanted to.

Kit’s eyes never left mine as he took my coat from my hands and wrapped it around me with a smile.

“You ready?” he asked.

I nodded.

“You okay to walk?”

McLean’s was on the same street as Petra’s and the Mayhew so I figured I could suffer the short-term wrath of the high heeled shoe. I didn’t wear them often. Actually, I couldn’t remember the last time I had worn them. But Farrah and Dannie had always told me I was a natural on them and they were completely disgusted at that.

I nodded again. “Yeah, all good.”

His hand went to my back as we walked to the elevator, then again as we walked through the foyer and out the Mayhew’s front door with a nod to Johnson.

Kit’s hand trailed along my back and paused near my hand. Finally, he offered me his elbow and I took it, wondering what on Earth we must look like. Then I remembered I was dressed just as well as him and realised we would have looked like any normal couple heading out to dinner.

Not that we were a couple, I had to remind myself.

This stretch of road was a strange one. It had a mix of uptown and downtown; rich and barely getting by. Although Dannie’s building was one of the last of what we called the cheapo apartments and, even then, they were only cheap when you weren’t doing it alone.

Kit slid his arm from mine as he reached to open a door for me and I realised we’d made it to McLean’s. He gave me a warm smile and I returned it before he stepped forward. He held the door open for me as I followed, then his hand went to the small of my back and I fought off the pleasant shiver down my spine.

It was easy to pick out the Grace Grayson boys, sitting in a back corner of the restaurant. And that wasn’t just because I’d seen Patrick – not many tables had four huge guys sitting around it with two spare chairs.

“Christopher,” a warm voice said, and I pulled my eyes off Patrick waving his hands around to find a suave older gentleman in a black suit.

“McLean. Thanks for fitting us in at such short notice,” Kit said as he shook the man’s hand.

McLean beamed. “Nonsense. You know Grace Grayson are some of my best customers.”

“We certainly like our food and drink. This is Amber Grace,” he said as he helped me out of my coat.

McLean turned that smile on me. “Patrick’s sister, I’ll wager?”

I nodded, holding my hand out. But instead of shaking it, he kissed the back of it lightly.

“Uh, yes.”

He took my coat and Kit’s, then pointed to our table. “Wonderful to meet you. The others have drinks already. We’ll come by shortly to take