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couldn’t.”
    And then they were looking at each other , and it was a little too intense, and Griffin lost his place. It was as if he slipped sideways on an unexpected bit of ice high in the backcountry, and all he could focus on was that needy, demanding thing in him that wanted. He could remember her body against his all those years ago in the cool darkness of that barn, when he should have known better and had kissed her back anyway. The way she’d tasted him with all of that untried passion and then melted against him. The heat of her he’d held in his hand that he could almost feel again now, like a brand deep into his palm.
    He ’d always thought the cabin was roomy. Comfortable. More than spacious enough for him throughout the long winter he’d spent here with nothing but his own dark thoughts. And now he thought the rough-hewn walls were closing in on him and he didn’t mind that as much as he should, not when he was looking at her. He kind of liked it.
    Emmy was watching him closely, and Griffin was sure that was fire he saw lighting up that gaze of hers then, then turning into a flush across her cheeks. He was sure of it—and equally sure that it would be a terrible idea to do any one of the vivid, starkly sexual things his imagination kept throwing at him, one after the next.
    Not yet, he told himself harshly. Not if she’s staying here. Make sure you’re on the same page this time.
    Because he wasn ’t going to make a mistake the way he had with her before. And he wasn’t going to make a mistake the way he had with Celia, either. He needed to find a way to be a little less of a dumb fuck this time around.
    If that ’s even possible.
    Though when her lips parted slightly, like maybe she was finding the air in the cabin as hard to breathe as he was, what page they were on was the last thing on his mind. He thought, with perfect clarity and that heavy, driving need inside making him feel crazy, that if he didn’t reach over and bring that mouth of hers to his and who cared what happened then, he might die of it.
    “ Want that drink?”
    His voice was a machine gun in the stillness of the cabin, loud and harsh. She flinched slightly at the sound of it. Then blinked, as if she was dazed, too.
    Griffin didn ’t really want to think about how much he hoped that was true. That she was as off-balance and wild with this crazy hunger as he was.
    He didn ’t want to think about it. To picture what might happen if she was. What could happen next.
    But he did.
    “Yes,” she said after a moment, her voice thicker than it had been before. He felt it like a victory and that poured through him, electric and very nearly insane. The perfect rush. “I really would.”

    Grey ’s Saloon was exactly the way Emmy remembered it and had dreamed it now and again, thank God.
    She ’d eaten dinner here a thousand times before under the watchful glare of the owners, the taciturn and intimidating Jason Grey and his right hand man, the younger, hotter, and gorgeously aloof Reese Kendrick. Emmy had spent long summers making up stories about both of them in her head like every other girl in Marietta, she was quite sure. They were such men. Hard and formidable, not unlike Griffin himself, not that she wanted to think about that too closely.
    They weren ’t a little bit round and very funny, like her ever-exasperated father, still an attorney in Washington, DC. They weren’t good-natured and obliging, like her grandfather, who had taken to painting large, still-life canvases in his later years and had taken over the old barn out on the edge of the property as his studio. Jason Grey and Reese Kendrick were the stuff teenage girl fantasies were made of and the scourge of the summer kids who thought their home addresses in far-off sophisticated places made them smarter than the two men who ran this historic saloon in pretty downtown Marietta—because neither one of them tolerated any underage shenanigans.
    Or any shenanigans at