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answer to whatever ailed him tonight. Feeling the blood pump through his veins felt good. Heading toward Lake Michigan, he ran in place whenever he had to stop at a traffic light.
    He wondered if Lily liked to run. She had the legs for it, long and supple. He pictured her in black Lycra. Maybe her running gear would have a purple stripe down the side that would undulate as she ran.
    In his fantasy her hair was loose, streaming behind her like a banner. Her long strides caused her breasts to jiggle enticingly under her sports bra, and made her breath come hard and fast, the way it would when she was nearing a climax.
    Arousal came upon him slowly, subtly, and he fought it off by running faster. Now was not the time to indulge in fantasies about Lily. He’d vowed to eliminate her from his life, and that meant clamping down on the fantasies, too.
    But this one was more persistent than most. In it they were running along the edge of the surf until they were both exhausted. Climbing to higher ground, they threw themselves down on a soft beach towel, where he peeled away the Lycra inch by inch, revealing her flushed and responsive body.
    He was desperate for her in the fantasy, and that desperation began to carry over into the here and now. Without realizing it, he’d changed course and was now moving in the direction of the Bubbling Cauldron. The need to be with her grew stronger the closer he came to the place where she worked.
    But he wouldn’t let this need ruin everything. He was more disciplined than that. A strategy began forming, one that seemed to make perfect sense. He was giving her up, no question about that. But that was tomorrow. Tonight he could go to her and explain that all he wanted was one night.
    Surely the two of them could handle one night together, knowing they’d never see each other again. One night wouldn’t change the whole course of his life or hers, but it would ease this tremendous ache. After that he would be strong. He would abandon thoughts of Lily and look for someone who didn’t make him think about sex all the time. He didn’t want to fall into the same trap as his parents had and base a relationship on lust alone.
    Lily had talked to him and his friends enough for him to know that this bartending job was the latest in a series of jobs for her, none of which had much of a future. Griffin had been goal-oriented all his life. He and Lily were on very different paths.
    Turning the corner, he spotted the sign—a cauldron outlined in red with golden bubbles rising from it. He stopped to rest his hands on his knees and catch his breath. Once he stopped running lust nearly swamped him. She was in there and her heat called to him. He wasn’t sure how he’d manage to seduce Lily tonight, but he had no doubt that he would succeed.

Chapter 3
    Although Lily hadn’t known what to expect from this elixir experience, Griffin standing in the doorway, wearing gray workout pants and a sweat-dampened T-shirt didn’t fit any of her preconceived scenarios. She’d hoped he’d show up, but she’d halfway expected him to appear bearing flowers and candy. She’d thought he’d be freshly shaved and that he’d look eager. Instead he looked manic.
    Sherman had just placed the last orders of the night when Griffin walked over to the bar, his gaze intent on Lily. Sherman lifted his hand to signal a high five. “Way to time it, buddy! You snuck in under the wire.”
    Griffin ignored him and focused on Lily. “How soon can you leave?”
    She was taken aback by his abrupt question. “Why?”
    “I need you . . .” Griffin paused, as if struggling to sound reasonable. “I need you to help me with something. Please.”
    Alarm raced through her. She’d hoped that he’d be excited, but instead he seemed desperate. “Are you feeling okay?”
    His hazel eyes burned with lust. “I’m . . .” He cleared his throat. “I’m fine. I—” He glanced over at Sherman, who regarded him with obvious curiosity.