Good Night, Gracie. Kristin Gabriel

Honey Tate.” Sandra pointed across the ballroom. “Rumor has it that she’s marrying some senile oil tycoon from San Antonio. Remember how she was always flirting with all the male teachers in school? Looks like she was polishing her skills for the geriatric set.”

      “I don’t recognize half the people here,” Gracie said, still amazed at the changes in some of her classmates. She wondered if she looked as different to them as they did. Her hair was shorter than it had been in high school and she’d gained a few pounds. Though she’d skipped the boob job that had dramatically altered Sandra’s appearance.

      “Who is that over by the palm tree?” Gracie asked.

      “Mitch Putnam,” Sandra replied. “Isn’t it a hoot? The guy’s at least six inches taller than he was in high school. He must have gotten lifts or something.”

      “Maybe he just had a late growth spurt.”

      “It’s certainly possible.” Sandra adjusted her cleavage. “That’s what happened to me.” Then she dug her arm into Gracie’s ribs. “Don’t look now, but here he comes.”

      “Mitch?”

      “No, Gilbert!”

      Gracie’s breath caught in her throat as she turned to see a man approaching them. But as soon as she saw him she realized it wasn’t Gilbert. This man was too handsome. Too confident. Too…sexy.

      Despite her disappointment, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She barely heard Sandra’s whispered plea to put in a good word for her before she found herself standing alone with him.

      “Hello, Gracie.”

      The way he said her name sent a shiver of awareness down her spine and she forced her gaze from his dark brown eyes to the name tag on his jacket.

      Gilbert Holloway.

      Her gaze flicked to his face again and she searched for some hint of familiarity. But without all that weight, and those glasses that had distorted his face, he looked like a stranger.

      “I can’t believe it’s you,” she breathed, still staring up at him.

      “I can’t believe how beautiful you look tonight.”

      His voice had changed, too, deeper now and more resonant. The boy she’d known had become a man in the past ten years. A sexy, virile, irresistible man.

      “I don’t know what to say,” she sputtered, realizing she’d already blown her plan to be cool and alluring. She was gaping like an idiot and no doubt sounding like one, too.

      “Then don’t say anything. Dance with me?” he asked, holding out his hand.

      She grasped it, relishing the way his broad fingers closed around hers. He led her onto the small dance floor, then pulled her into his arms.

      Gracie was still in shock, but she managed to avoid stepping on his toes.

      “We’re finally together again,” she said, “after all this time.”

      “Finally,” he agreed, drew her even closer until her head rested against his shoulder. The old Gilbert had always smelled like pepperoni, due to his daily diet of frozen pizza. This new Gilbert carried the aroma of musk and man, an erotic combination that almost made her dizzy.

      “When did you get here?” she asked, trying to regain her equilibrium. This was just Gilbert, after all. Her oldest and dearest friend. There was no reason for her heart to be tripping in her chest this way or for her knees to feel weak.

      “My plane arrived in Dallas this morning and I drove a rental car from the airport.”

      “How was your flight?” Another stupid, mundane question, but she was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that Gilbert was here, in her arms, and more incredible than she’d ever imagined.

      “Fine. I slept most of the way.”

      She smiled up at him. “Slept? Does that mean you don’t have anxiety attacks at thirty thousand feet anymore?”

      He hesitated, then gave a short nod. “People change.”

      That was the understatement of the millennium. But Gracie wasn’t going to question it, not when this reunion had turned out better than she’d ever imagined.

      She swayed to the music, feeling like she was born to be in his arms. “Where did you learn to dance like this?”

      A smile kicked up one corner of his mouth. “The Internet.”

      “No, really.”

      His smile widened. “It’s the truth. I always wanted to learn how to dance, but never had the time. So I used a search engine to locate online dance lessons.”

      “Online dance lessons,” she echoed, still skeptical. “Nobody learns to dance like this all by themselves.”

      “I might have honed my skills at a few clubs on the weekends.”

      His admission evoked a pang of envy at the thought of another woman in his arms. A ridiculous reaction, since they hadn’t seen each other for ten years. The new-and-improved Gilbert had no doubt slept with countless women. He probably had to turn them away at his bedroom door.

      But he wouldn’t be turning Gracie away—not if she had anything to say about it. She even had a backup plan tucked away in her purse, in case he needed a little prodding in the right direction.

      The thought of sleeping with him sent a shiver of uncertainty through her. Before, she’d envisioned the shy, gawky Gilbert from her high school days, a man who might be as inexperienced as she was between the sheets. But something told her that he was as good a lover as he was a dancer. No doubt another skill that he’d perfected over the years, and not from any online lessons.

      She hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed—if they got that far. Maybe she needed to rethink this plan before she made a complete fool of herself.

      The music ended, but Gilbert didn’t release her from his embrace. “Shall we find a table and have a drink or keep dancing?”

      As much as she’d enjoyed their dance, Gracie needed a few moments alone to refocus. “A drink sounds good to me. Would you mind getting me a glass of champagne while I make a dash to the ladies’ room?”

      “Not at all,” he replied. “Shall we meet at a table by the atrium?”

      “See you there.” Gracie watched him walk away, then took a deep breath as she went in search of a restroom. She found one in the lobby, enjoying the brief respite from the music and milling crowd to get her head together.

      She walked inside the ornate restroom, the sinks and stalls on one side and a plush lounge area on the other. As she headed to a sink, she recognized two former cheerleaders from Kendall High, Carol Ann Blume and Mitzi Mobley. They sat on a suede sofa together talking, unaware or unconcerned of her presence.

      Just like back in high school.

      Gracie smiled to herself, remembering how much their behavior would have wounded her then. Now she had much bigger things to think about. The biggest at the moment being the man waiting for her in the ballroom. The man she planned to seduce tonight.

      She pulled a paper towel from the dispenser, running it under cold water, then wringing it out before pressing it to her flushed face. As Gracie stood at the sink, part of their conversation caught her attention.

      “Did you get a look at Gilbert Holloway?” Mitzi asked her companion.

      “Oh, I know!” Carol Ann exclaimed. “Talk about a transformation.”

      “The guy went from geek to Greek god. Makes me wish I’d been nicer to him back in high school.”

      Carol Ann laughed as they got up and headed for the door. “Makes me wish I’d left my husband at home tonight!”

      Gracie