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appeared, she wasn’t unaffected by their chemistry. It sparked between them, filling the room.
    â€œEveryone ready?” Maddie asked, then filed out of the kitchen without waiting for an answer.
    He stayed in place, and everyone fled from the kitchen, except for Darcy who wouldn’t back down from a challenge.
    She shot him an exasperated glare and straightened, turning toward the swinging door, but, before she could leave, he snagged her wrist and tugged.
    â€œCan I help you?” Her voice was haughty, but her expression flashed.
    â€œYeah,” he said, tightening his grip. Pleased when she took a sharp, almost imperceptible breath. “Did you use the Mac Daddy today?”
    Her eyes darkened. “Is that a proper question for a mayor and accountant to ask?”
    â€œDid you?” He didn’t divert. The images of her sliding a huge cock in and out of her pussy almost brought him to his knees.
    â€œWhy should I tell you?” She smiled, and he caught it, that look. Flirty, defiant, challenging.
    It made him hard, just like it had back then.
    He slid a hand around her waist and pulled her close.
    She gasped, flattening her palms against his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, “Did you come thinking about me?”
    â€œMy, someone has a healthy ego.” Her voice was low and smoky.
    He nipped at her earlobe. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    â€œYou would.” Her fingers tightened on his shirt.
    His grip around her waist increased and he pressed an openmouth kiss to her neck, stroking his tongue along her pounding pulse. “You know it’s just a matter of time before I fuck the hell out of you.”
    â€œYou think I’d have sex with you, after all you’ve done?” Despite her words she was already melting into him and her body felt exactly right against him. A perfect fit.
    He laughed, low and deep. “Yeah, I do.”
    â€œYou’re wrong.” Her body angled, sliding into a closer fit.
    â€œTime will tell.”
    She tilted her head back. “Aren’t you going to convince me? The Griffin I knew would have.”
    â€œThat was the old Griffin.” He slid his hand through the silky strands of her hair. “The more mature Griffin knows not to waste his breath on ridiculous, false statements.”
    Her expression flashed with fire. “You think it’s that easy? Steal my mom’s house and I’ll just fall into your open arms?”
    He let her go, stepping back. She couldn’t quite hide the regret in the press of her lips. He crossed his arms over his chest to keep from reaching for her again. “I know you’re mad at me. I understand. I’d be mad at me too. I also know you want me as much as I want you. I don’t believe they are mutually exclusive.”
    She curled her hands into fists. “Don’t be reasonable.”
    He took a deep breath and blew it out. He’d learned a long time ago that temper solved nothing. Even when the other person was intentionally provoking him. He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t pretend you actually care about your mom’s house. Don’t pretend you don’t hate it and wish she’d sell. Because I know the truth, Darce.”
    â€œAnd what do you think you know?” Her stance turned rigid, all traces of lust and amusement draining from her face.
    â€œYou hate this town and everything in it.”
    â€œI love my mom.”
    â€œI know you do, but don’t tell me you can’t see how a house—two blocks from where she grew up, that isn’t falling down around her, with everything brand-new—isn’t the best thing for her. Think about it for a minute. She wouldn’t have to worry about her broken-down appliances, the plumbing that doesn’t quite work, the electricity that shorts every time you plug a hair dryer in. Or that she