Divine Grace

By: Heather Rainier

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To my husband. Just when I think life with you can’t get any sweeter, it does. Thanks for being my fantasy come true.

Thanks to Rebecca, Dana, Lisa, and Kayla for believing in me.

Thanks to Christi, Jennifer and Tonya for your contagious enthusiasm.

And a very special thanks to Diana and all the ladies and gentlemen at Siren Publishing for their patience, hard work, and belief in my manuscript.

Chapter One

Grace Stuart carried two pairs of men’s black trousers back to the dressing room where one of her favorite customers waited for her. Standing outside, she tapped lightly on the door and waited for him to open it. Jack Warner opened the door a crack and handed her the jacket, which was also too small.

“Darlin’, maybe I’ve put on weight. That coat’s too tight,” he said in his sexy Texan drawl.

Grace bit her lip. His voice, even speaking of something so mundane, was like a velvety caress to her senses.

I’ll get you whatever you want, just please keep talking.

“I think it’s just the manufacturer, Jack. The shirt I gave you to try on is the same size you always buy. You’re not gaining weight.” You’re just as fine as ever, handsome. “You’re going to look really sharp in your new suit.

Though I wish it was a happier occasion. Your mom was a really sweet lady. I’m going to miss talking to her every Saturday.”

“Thank you, darlin’. I’m gonna miss her a lot. Dad’s taking it pretty hard. She was his whole world. They were married over sixty years.”

“You’re so young. She must have had you later in life.”

“I was her late-in-life baby. All of my siblings are much older than me.

She used to say it was like having a firstborn all over again, but in a good way.”

“I’ll bet she spoiled you rotten.” Grace pictured Jack as a little boy trying to sweet-talk his mother. Thinking of him at all always set her heart beating a little faster.

“She did, I suppose, but I was just as likely to get my ear pulled or my butt whipped as the others if I misbehaved.”

She heard rustling around on the other side of the door, zippers zipping, and then he sighed softly.

“Jack? You okay?” She heard him sniff and felt like kicking herself for bringing up the reason for today’s purchase. Jack’s mother, Rose Marie, had passed away two nights before while she slept. She had been sick with chronic bronchitis, which had often turned into full-blown pneumonia for the last few years, and it had left her very weak.

Grace hadn’t seen much of her in the store the last few months and had missed their Saturday morning chats. Rose Marie always made a weekly shopping trip to Stigall’s department store. She was in the habit of stopping by the menswear department where Grace worked every Saturday. Grace would miss her dry wit and common sense advice. It was because of Rose Marie that Jack had become Grace’s regular customer.

“Grace, would you mind getting my size in that other suit you showed me? I should have listened to you and gone with it to begin with. Sorry.”

“Sure, Jack. I’ll be right back.”

After retrieving the other suit in his size, she returned and tapped on his door again. When he’d closed it before, it hadn’t shut properly, and she was witness to her own red-faced mortification as the mirrored dressing room door swung open. He was busy hanging the pants back on the hanger for her and didn’t notice at first. Evidently, underwear was optional today, and commando looked so good on him! He glanced up when she gasped, and his reflection made eye contact with hers. She slammed her eyes shut and quietly pulled the door closed.