QUOTE : Three men came in. They wore ragged jeans, tight T-shirts, and work boots. And they sat at one of Grace's tables.<br /><br />Noah was up and off his bar stool in a heartbeat. Ben silently wondered if he should be paying Noah a bouncer's salary, considering how much time he spent making certain Grace's work environment stayed pleasant. Noah didn't say anything to the men, but he did stop Grace, tip up her chin, and give her a lingering kiss right in the middle of the floor. Grace got so flustered, she nearly dropped her tray.<br /><br />Noah released her, gave the men a long look, and positioned himself at an empty table—facing them.<br /><br />Ben had to turn away so no one would see him laughing. If he ever got that smitten with a woman, he hoped someone would shoot him to put him out of his misery.