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lower, into her shorts and into the soft folds. God, she was wet. So wet. Only Griff could make her wet just from looking at him. Her fingers stroked herself, found her swollen clit and rubbed. A pleasant buzz hummed through her body and she closed her eyes.
    Matthew. Her hand stilled, the buzz killed.
    What was she going to do? She cared about Matthew, but her reaction to Griff was sudden, intense, overwhelming...confusing.
    She pulled her hand out of her shorts and rolled over onto her stomach with a groan. If only she could sleep.
    Of course, the harder she tried to sleep the farther away from it she was. After tossing and turning for a few hours, trying unsuccessfully not to replay the evening, she decided maybe some chamomile tea would help.
    When she cracked open her bedroom door the light of the television flickered from the living room. She tiptoed down the hall and peeked in, and sure enough, Griff sat there, the fleece blanket wrapped around his lower body, the remote in his hand as he channel surfed.
    He looked up and saw her and his eyes widened. “Can’t sleep either?”
    “No.” She sighed. “I’m going to make some herbal tea. Want some?”
    Even in the dim light from the television, she could see one brow lift. “Herbal tea?” Then he shrugged. “Sure, why not.” He was still looking at her, and she wished she’d put something over her tank and shorts. She turned into the kitchen, not wanting to put the lights on, and filled the kettle.
    “Want to watch TV with me?” he invited.
    Bad idea. Really bad. But somehow she was sitting on the couch, at the far end from him. She glanced at him, then away. His chest was bare and wow, he had filled out spectacularly. He must have started working out. His pecs were well-defined and smooth, shoulders strong, biceps rounded. Her eyes lowered to the flat abs above the edge of the blanket he’d wrapped around him. What did he have on under that blanket?
    Heat built in her, yet her nipples were hard. She crossed her arms over her chest and tucked her bare feet under her.
    “Are you cold? I can share the blanket.”
    “No!” She almost choked. “That’s okay, I’m fine.”
    “I was watching a movie, but it just ended. I don’t know if there’s anything else good on.” He flicked rapidly through a few channels, and she couldn’t help but grin. “What?” He glanced sideways at her.
    “All three of those shows looked interesting. How can you tell if something’s good or not when you flick through it so fast?” She was teasing him, and he grinned, too.
    “Hmm. It’s just a man thing I guess. I just know instantly if it’s something I want to watch.”
    “If you see a car chase, a gun or an explosion, then it’s worth watching?”
    He laughed. “You got it.”
    He slowed down and stopped at an old episode of CSI. “You like this show?”
    “Sure. I think I’ve seen it about eight times, but that’s okay.”
    The kettle whistled, so she unfolded her legs and padded into the kitchen to fill two mugs with hot water and a bag of tea each. She dropped spoons into them and carried them into the living room, setting them on the old trunk that served as her coffee table.
    They watched in silence while the tea steeped, Ainslie not aware of the show at all, only of Griff sitting there half-naked so close to her. She could sense his awareness of her, too. It was like an energy force simmering between them, almost palpable. His gaze stroked over her as he glanced sideways at her.
    “It should be ready.” She reached for her mug. He did the same, and they sat there sipping the steaming liquid.
    “Hmm,” he said. “Interesting.”
    “You’ve never had chamomile tea?”
    “No, can’t say I have. If I have trouble sleeping, I usually just drink heavily.”
    “That’s not healthy.”
    “Pardon me, Dr. Patterson. Hey, that’s cool. I like calling you that.”
    She laughed.
    “You can’t tell me you’ve never over-indulged. Don’t forget, I knew