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her skin.
    Damn him. When was the last time she had tingles? She wasn’t sure, but it had been a good long while.
    He held out a card to her. “Here’s a name of a lawyer who will explain why you don’t have a lot of recourse.”
    Darcy took the business card and looked down at it. The words read: MITCH RILEY, ATTORNEY AT LAW. “I don’t remember this name.”
    â€œHe didn’t grow up here, but he’s lived here for about five years. He works for the state’s attorney’s office.”
    She tucked the card into her small purse. She’d talk to him and a lawyer of her own. Once she figured out her options she’d know what she had to fight with. If anything.
    She raised her chin. “I can’t believe you turned into such a bastard.”
    He shrugged. “Most people think I’ve managed to turn myself around.”
    â€œYou’re a sellout.” She pushed past him. “You’re everything you never wanted to be.”
    â€œI’m not eighteen anymore, Darce.”
    She swung around. “Too bad. You were a better man then.”
    The old Griffin would have risen to the challenge. This new Griffin just raised a brow. “Come to my office tomorrow and I’ll lay everything out for you. You’ll see that taking the terms Revival is offering your mom is the best and only option.”
    â€œFine. I’ll be there.” She took a few steps toward him and poked him in the chest. “But prepare for a fight, because I’m sure as hell not going down without one.”
    â€œI’d expect nothing less.” He ensnared her wrist to stop her next jab, and it was like lightning bolts shot up her arm. His thumb stroked over her pulse point, which had gained considerable speed. “You’re still fucking gorgeous.”
    She tried to pull away, but his grip was too tight. Too strong. “Let me go.”
    He did, and his hands slipped back into his pockets. He jutted his chin toward the hall where faint music came from. “I have to get back.”
    â€œNobody’s stopping you.” The imprint of his fingers on her wrist still warm on her skin.
    â€œI’ll see you tomorrow.” He turned and walked away, his ass perfect in his black pants, his shoulders broad.
    Disgusting. And then her mouth was open before she could even think about it. “Nice tie, Griffin.”
    He laughed.
    The jerk.
    He was not going to win.

Chapter Six
    The following morning, Darcy thought about dressing in a business suit but abandoned the notion and opted for dark skinny jeans and a white V-necked sweater that hugged all her curves. Because if she was going to sweat, Griffin was too.
    She took a sip of coffee, and her mom smiled at her. “You look lovely, baby.”
    â€œI’m going to city hall today.”
    Darcy’s mom beamed. “To see Griffin?”
    â€œTo see if I can put a stop to this. Griffin is a by-product.”
    Tammy poured a liberal amount of cream into her coffee, following it up with three heaping scoops of sugar. “He’s still the most handsome boy in town.”
    â€œHa!” Darcy scoffed.
    â€œWell he is,” Tammy said, putting down her cup. “He’s also our most eligible bachelor.”
    The hair on the back of Darcy’s neck prickled. “Hey, what is this? He’s not the point; your house is the point.”
    â€œI know, baby.” Tammy patted her hand. “I’m just saying he’s such a nice boy now.”
    Lies. He had them all fooled. No way was he a nice boy.
    â€œYou weren’t too happy when I dated him,” Darcy reminded her. Griffin had been more the “lock your doors when he walks by” type. He used to roar up to her house on that old Harley, and they’d go way out of town. Darcy still remembered the way the beast of a machine vibrated through her whole body as she rode on the back, plastered against his strong