Grace didn’t react to that, just leaned down and folded up the blanket. Nick managed to grab her jacket off the ground and held it up to help her into it.
She glared at him for a moment, then sighed and turned to shrug it on. Somehow his hands got tangled in her hair when she jerked away from his touch on her shoulders.
“Don’t touch me. Please?”
Oh boy. He had apparently blown it, big time. But he had said “Are you sure this is what you want?” He remembered saying that. Everything after that got a little fuzzy. But his clothes were still intact. Her clothes were still intact. That was good. Well not good—
“Sorry.”
“Are you listening? It was my fault. I’m the one who should be apologizing, not you.”
“I don’t see how.”
She tugged her hair back into a ponytail. “I don’t normally— I nev
