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can ask.”
    “I don’t have a place to stay and I don’t feel like driving back to LA at this time of night.”
    She was silent. Was he asking to stay at her place? That was so not a good idea.
    “You could find a hotel.” There was no way he’d find a room there on a summer Friday night this late.
    “You know I’d never find a hotel room.”
    “I really don’t think it’s a good idea…”
    “I’ll take off first thing in the morning. I don’t want to get in your way. I know you have a boyfriend and I...I’m just here to...whatever. Apologize. Say goodbye. So we can be friends.”
     

CHAPTER 4
     
    No. We can never be friends.
    The words screamed in her head, but she kept her lips firmly closed. She gave a short nod and turned to leave. She knew she could be making a big mistake, but it was so like Griff to be able to convince her to do just about anything.
    The wind whipped her long hair into a tangled mess by the time they arrived back at her place. He parked in the driveway again, behind her beat-up car. As they got out, he grabbed a duffel bag from the back of the car.
    She was painfully aware of him as they went into the dark, quiet house. “I have a spare room, but there’s no bed in it, so you’ll have to crash on the couch.”
    “Not a problem,” he assured her. “I can sleep anywhere. I really appreciate it.”
    She grimaced as she found sheets, blankets and a pillow for him. He turned on the lamp on the table beside her sofa and it cast a soft glow in the room.
    “I’m going to bed now.” Damn . Those words sounded way too suggestive. “The bathroom is the second door on the right. Help yourself to anything you need.”
    He nodded, watching her with such steadfast focus her skin tingled.
    “Good night.”
    Once again, she hastened into her bedroom, shut the door behind her and leaned back against it. Her lungs refused to expand and her legs went marshmallow. If only there was a lock.
    Griff would never try anything like that. They’d had an intensely physical relationship but he had never, ever forced her to do something she hadn’t wanted to. He’d had other, more subtle ways of getting his way.
    In a daze, she undressed and found her pajamas, cotton boxer shorts that sat low on her hips and a ribbed tank top. The room was warm, so she opened the window to let in the evening breeze. For long moments, she stared out the window at the lights of the city and the black that was the ocean. The fronds of a palm tree outside her window tossed and rustled in the breeze, and the scent of the jasmine she’d planted outside below her window wafted in. She sucked in a deep breath.
    There was no way in hell she would ever sleep tonight. She’d be reliving every moment of the evening in her head, every word they’d said since they met in the middle of the street, every look, every touch. It would play over and over again in her head like a movie being rewound, like she always did with events that affected her so deeply. She’d fret over things she’d said, wish she’d said them differently, sigh over things she hadn’t said.
    She turned away from the window and climbed into bed, laying flat on her back. She gazed up at the ceiling in the dark, eyes wide open and not even close to feeling sleepy.
    Wow.
    She’d always known that one day, somehow, somewhere they would see each other again. Even though she’d imagined that he might, the fact he had sought her out was truly amazing. She fought against it, but it made her happy he’d wanted to see her.
    The worst thing about it was he was just as gorgeous and charming and seductive as he’d always been. He could get her to do anything, forgive anything. Here she was all soft, warm and melting, when she should be pissed off and not letting him even set foot in her house, let alone sleep there.
    Her hands slid over her aching breasts, down her stomach. The throbbing emptiness between her legs was driving her crazy with need. She slid a hand