Between HeVan and Hell by Lucy Kelly Read Free Book Online Page A

Grace said with a
sigh, “Only I’m splurging today because my boyfriend is coming into
town, and I’m hoping he’s planning on popping the question. So, I’m
doing the buff, wax, and polish routine.”
    “I have to work tonight. If you bring
him by the club, introduce him. Right now, I’m going to lay back
and let the chair, and this lovely lady with the magic hands take
care of my feet. Those uniform heels at work are killers!” she
said.
    “You said it, sister. I'm absolutely
picking up those gel inserts they make for high heels,” agreed
Grace, and she settled into her own chair to relax. When they moved
over to the manicure stations, they gossiped a little more because
those chairs made you sit up straight.
    They were both sitting in the
reception area in their foam flip-flops when her phone rang.
“Hello?”
    “Grace, Kasharra, I’ve arrived in town. I
had a couple of stops to make. Where are you?” asked
Jalen.
    “Jalen, I’m so happy to hear from you.
I’m at the mall. They’re making me all pretty for you.”
    “Don’t go home. We’ll pick you up
there. Just let us know which mall and the entrance where to pick
you up,” he said.
    She gave him the information, and he
spoke again. “Traffic is heavy, so we’ll be there in about an hour.
Actually, don’t wait outside for us. I don’t want you to have to
stand around waiting. Jett will drop me off, and I’ll come in and
get you from the Food Court, okay?”
    “Alright. See you then. If I’m not at
the Food Court, don’t come looking. Wait for me. My spa treatment
may take longer than I expect. I want to be beautiful for you. I
hope you like the outfit I picked out. You said you wanted to go
out on the town tonight, right?”
    “Absolutely. I want to show off my
beautiful woman. And you are beautiful, you know. You don’t need a
spa treatment for that.”
    “Flatterer. Look, they’re waving at me
for my next spa service. See you in an hour or so,” she said, and
hung up the phone. She turned to her friend who was reading a
gossip magazine.
    “He’s coming in an hour. Now that I’m
fully relaxed from all the pampering, I’ve got to go get my
Brazilian next,” she said with a grimace, “see you later tonight.
Mr. Kadyrov asked me to bring Jalen by the club.”
    “Okay, good luck with the wax job, and
with the proposal,” she answered with a giggle, as Grace walked
away with the technician. She continued to read her magazine,
allowing her nail polish to become perfectly dry. She left just as
she saw Grace emerging from the treatment room.
    Ouch, she must really love
this guy, she thought. Good, then Anton will forget about her and
I’ll have him to myself.
    Grace was really nervous, and not just
because she knew she was under surveillance. Tonight she was
meeting two of the three men that she’d been dreaming about. And
after what happened to Addie—well, she was nervous about
it.
    She was sitting in the Food Court
sipping a diet soda through a straw when awareness spread
throughout her body. She looked up and saw him. He was one of the
tallest men she’d ever seen. Her cop training took over.
    Seven foot one or two, two
twenty to two forty, black or dark brown over blue, she
thought.
    She admired his lean body as he cut
through the crowd with long strides instead of plowing through like
a tank.
    He looked just like in the dream, from
his wavy, dark hair, slight widow’s peak and light eyes, to the
three day-old stubble on his face. She couldn’t help the grin
forming on her face. And she liked the way his eyes lit up when he
spotted her. Like her, he was wearing jeans. He had a loose cotton
shirt on over his jeans that matched his dark hair.
    Sexy, sexy
man , she thought.
    He walked right up to her, totally
oblivious to the stares of the people around them.
    “Hello, Grace. I missed you,” he said
instantly going down on one knee.
    There were exclamations of the diners
around him and the gasp from Grace herself. Jalen went