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Chapter Five
Darcy stomped down the empty hallway, her heels making angry clicking sounds in the deserted corridor. Hands clenched, she cursed Griffin, mumbling under her breath as she stormed without direction through the building. Goddamn him!
He was the worst.
How dare he be all respectable?
All reasonable.
How dare he look like that? He was supposed to be ugly.
He was not supposed to make her want to pull out the vibrator she was writing a review on.
He was not supposed to affect her anymore.
She turned into a dark corridor and leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
She didn’t think she could last one night in this town, let alone a month.
She missed home.
If she were back in New York, she’d be out with her girlfriends drinking exotic martinis at the hottest new club.
But here she was, stuck in this abysmal little town with her hot-as-hell ex-boyfriend who also wanted to steal her mom’s house.
Lust-fueled anger was not fun.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
As the shiver raced down her spine, she gritted her teeth. That stupid voice.
She opened her eyes and glared at Griffin. “What do you want?”
He raised a brow. “I wanted to finish talking.”
“I have nothing more to say.” Darcy straightened from the wall. “You’re not getting my mom’s house.”
He shoved his hands into his pockets. “Legally, there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I’m sorry.”
She narrowed her gaze on his tie—red, decorated with little Christmas trees all over it. “What happened to you?”
“I grew up.” His tone oh-so matter of fact. “Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow and I can go over everything with you so you’ll understand the lengths the town has gone to so your mom is happy.”
“She’s not selling her house. She was raised there.”
“I know that, Darcy.” He stepped closer, and she resisted the urge to suck in a breath. “She has two choices: She either sells it, or it’s taken from her January first. Those are the only options she has.” He took another step closer, and tingles broke out over 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.”
“He 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.”
