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name and give him her birth date before he did the same with Grayson. While he radioed in the information, the other officer tried to control the crowd that was forming.
    “This is all your fault, Grayson,” Chloe grumbled.
    He adjusted his cuffed hands and leaned against the cruiser. “How do you figure? I wasn’t the one who stole the ducky.”
    “No, you were just the one who wanted to be an ass and not tell the security guard that I didn’t steal it. What happened to you? I thought you were the nice Beaumont brother—the one who always does the right thing.”
    He had always done the right thing. Whether it was getting good grades in school or eating all his peas, he did what was expected of him and never complained. When you were being raised by two headstrong older brothers, compliance was the easiest route. So he had kept his mouth shut and gone along. If something had bothered him and he needed an outlet, he would go to his room and sketch or paint. Through his art he learned to express all the emotions that he couldn’t express in a household filled with men. His paintings were his release…or at least they had been. Now he couldn’t even paint an apple.
    It seemed that Chloe was right. He had lost his painting mojo. Which left him with no outlet for the tumultuous emotions that swirled around inside him. Although being arrested had released some of his anger. In fact he felt pretty good at the moment, much better than he’d felt in months.
    “Maybe I’m tired of being the perfect Beaumont,” he said.
    “I didn’t say you were perfect. I said you were nice. Now you’re just as grumpy and mean as I am. And let me tell you, it’s not very becoming.”
    He grinned. “I don’t think anyone can be as grumpy and mean as you are—”
    “Mr. Beaumont!”
    Grayson turned to see Deacon’s executive assistant, Kelly, weaving her way through the crowd. She wore the standard purple and gray that all employees wore, but Kelly always accessorized with her favorite cartoon cat, Hello Kitty. Today a headband printed with the little white cats held back her long black hair.
    “What’s going on?” she asked. “Jason and I were coming back from my doctor’s appointment when we noticed the crowd.”
    A crowd that was getting bigger. People were jostling each other for a front-row position. Something that Grayson wasn’t real thrilled about. Deacon didn’t like bad press, and one of his brothers getting arrested wouldn’t look good on the cover of a tabloid. Which was why Grayson was so relieved when Kelly’s husband, Jason, appeared. As one of French Kiss’s most competent lawyers, he immediately assessed the situation and took charge.
    “I’m Mr. Beaumont’s attorney,” he said to one of the police officers. “I’d like to know what he’s being charged with.”
    That seemed to get the officer’s attention. His eyes widened, and he pointed a finger at Grayson, speaking in an overly loud voice. “He really is a Beaumont? But what woman would want to wear panties he designed?”
    “Just about half of the female population,” Kelly piped up. “The Romeo Collection is our most popular line.”
    After only a moment’s pause, he quickly took Grayson’s handcuffs off. Unfortunately, it was too late. The crowd had been alerted to his identity. Phones appeared and started clicking. If he had been Deacon, he would’ve given an eloquent speech and made it clear that it had all been a misunderstanding. If he’d been Nash, he’d have flashed a charming smile and said something amusing. But Grayson had never been good at eloquent speeches or charm. So he just stood there as the cell phones snapped. Although he was taking the attention much better than Chloe. She had turned away and was cowering next to the police cruiser.
    Once Grayson’s hands were released, he spoke to the officer. “Take her handcuffs off. She didn’t steal the bouquet. She delivered it to my office.”
    “She gave you