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another, finally deciding to at least wait until dinner was served.
    Hard on that thought, there was a knock at her door. She opened it, only to have her brain freeze when she found Beau standing there.
    “You lied to me.”
    The words didn’t make any sense, but neither did the fact Beau Vaughn was at her door. Beau Vaughn. Here. Looking absolutely yummy in faded jeans and a plain gray T-shirt that clung to a nicely shaped set of pecs before tapering in at his waist. Weren’t chefs supposed to be chubby from sampling their own food? As those thoughts tumbled over themselves, his words started to unscramble themselves in her mind, but they didn’t seem to mesh with the smirk on his face. How much had she had to drink? “What?” she managed to get out.
    “You lied to me. I asked you if I knew you and you said no.” An eyebrow went up, mocking her. “That was a lie, Gracie Lee.”
    The “Gracie Lee” seemed to snap the world back into focus, and the shock of seeing Beau on her welcome mat turned to anger at seeing him there. “Why are you here? And how did you know where I lived, anyway?”
    “To answer your first question—because you lied to me. In answer to your second, you’re listed in the white pages.”
    Damn it. “I did not lie to you. And even if I did, that doesn’t give you the right to stalk me.”
    There was that smile, but she refused to be charmed by it. “Coming to visit an old friend hardly counts as stalking. And you did. Lie,” he clarified. “I’m wondering why.”
    “We’re not old friends.” She nearly choked on the word and the ridiculousness of the idea. “You asked if you knew me, and the answer is no. You don’t know me. Not now and certainly not then.”
    “That’s semantics, Gracie Lee. I—”
    Her skin crawled. “It’s just Grace,” she snapped. “ Not Gracie Lee.”
    An eyebrow went up in question. “And Henson. You on the run from something?”
    Just my past. “I started over. New town, new name.” Beau started to say something, but she cut him off. “I answered your questions, now please answer mine. Why are you here?”
    “Can I come in first?”
    “No!” It was horribly rude, but the answer exploded from her lips without forethought. She just didn’t expect for him to look so shocked and slightly hurt from the word.
    He stepped back, confusion written across his face, and tucked his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “Well, that was… unexpected.”
    He’d probably never had a woman turn him away, and that thought sent a little spurt of nasty pleasure through her. It wasn’t exactly the same thing he’d done to her—nowhere near—but she felt slightly avenged nonetheless. “Is this about Honey’s wedding?” she asked.
    “No.”
    “So you drove all the way here just to call me a liar to my face?”
    He shifted uncomfortably. “When you say it like that…”
    Talk about ridiculous… Standing here like this, him outside and her blocking the door like a bouncer at a speakeasy waiting for the password. But she couldn’t let him in. She wasn’t even wearing a bra, for God’s sake. She crossed her arms over her chest to try to hide that fact and brazened through. “Well, mission accomplished. Anything else?”
    His attitude made a complete turnaround. “Actually, yes. I’d love to know exactly what I did to piss you off.”
    The question sounded genuine, if peevish, but she searched his face for signs he was jerking her around. She found none, and a laugh escaped. “You really don’t know, do you?”
    “I wouldn’t be asking if I did.”
    “That figures.” She leaned against the doorframe. “The spring dinner dance.” She got nothing but a blank look. “Your senior year?”
    “What does that have to do with anything?”
    “God, you don’t even remember. Wow.” When Beau shrugged, she rubbed her hands across her face. “I don’t know why that doesn’t surprise me. Search your memory. Like two weeks before the dance,