Page 19 of She's My Kind of Girl

Chapter Nine

The last person Griffin expected to see when he walked into Mitch and Maddie’s farmhouse was Darcy.

His gut tightened, and he experienced a flush of pleasure at the sight of her. Which was wrong. He needed to stop thinking about her; being in close proximity to her would not help matters.

She gave him a dark frown, glaring at him as though he’d orchestrated the whole evening to be close to her.

The rest of the group was also there: Mitch and Maddie; Harmony; James and Gracie; Sam; and the local sheriff, Charlie Radcliffe.

And Darcy.

Gorgeous, fuckable Darcy.

She kicked back against the counter, and he had no choice but to let his gaze roam inappropriately all over her body.

Tonight her hair was shiny and straight. She wore formfitting faded jeans and a black top that scooped low on her chest, tight against her body, showing off every curve.

“Hey Griff,” Gracie said, her voice amused.

“Hey,” Griffin said, but he didn’t take his gaze off Darcy.

She rolled her eyes and huffed. “Stop staring at me.”

Charlie chuckled and said in his low drawl with just a hint of Southern, “You are kind of giving off a creepy vibe.”

Griff shrugged. “I didn’t expect to see you, Darce.”

Darcy licked her glossy red lips. “I’m like a bad penny, I’ll keep showing up until you give my house back.”

“That’s not going to happen.” He spoke in his most reasonable tone.

Irritation flashed across her features. “We’ll see!”

Sam picked up a bottle of beer. “This should be real fun.” His words slow and amused.

Maddie pointed to the fridge. “What can I get you to drink, Griff?”

Shots. About six of them to dull his senses. Because right now, he couldn’t really think of anything but when he could get his mouth and hands on Darcy.

And he needed to stop thinking about that.

Because she didn’t live here. But even if she did, it wouldn’t matter.

She was wild and he was reformed.

She wanted to stop the project he’d been working on tirelessly for two years.

She was never going to forgive him for taking her mom’s house.

He was the mayor and had to be above reproach. She wrote a fucking sex blog.

He blew out a long breath. The list was endless. And they all made perfect, logical sense.

But then he looked at her mouth. Did her lips still taste as sweet? He had to at least kiss her. Just to appease his curiosity.

“Griffin?” Maddie asked again, and he jerked out of his thoughts, realizing everyone looked at him with big goofy grins on their faces.

Except for Darcy. Who scowled at him as though he were a bug she couldn’t wait to squash under those high-heeled boots of hers.

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