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The brunette bounced a little on her heels. “Come dance with us.”
With practiced ease, he gave them his most dazzling smile. “Thanks for the offer, but I can’t possibly handle all three of you. You’re far too much of a challenge.”
Truth was, he could probably handle all three of them together in his sleep, but that wasn’t the point.
The blonde tossed her hair over her shoulder, giving him a sex-kitten grin. “You won’t be sorry.”
He affixed a regretful expression to his face. “I’m positive you’re too much to handle, and besides, I have duties to attend to.”
The brunette walked her fingers up his chest. “Maybe later?”
“Maybe later.” He smiled.
“Promise?” asked the redhead.
“I’ll do my best. Now go out there and have fun for me.” Hopefully someone else would catch their interest and they’d forget all about him. If not, he’d come up with another excuse. Dancing with three women was not proper mayoral behavior.
As if synchronized, all three of them turned on their heels and sashayed off, their hips swaying in perfect rhythm.
Before he could take a breath, the newly divorced Gina sidled up. “Hey, Griff, nice party you’ve thrown here.”
He flashed her his most charming grin. “It did come out well, didn’t it? And thank you for helping with the decorations, you did a fantastic job.”
“You’re welcome.” She gave him a hungry look. “So, my divorce is final.”
“Congratulations.” He winked.
Gina had been the head cheerleader, and she’d married her childhood sweetheart, the captain of the football team. It was a match made in hell. Neither of them seemed able to handle being thrust into regular life where they were no longer prom king and queen. Rick had compensated for the loss by screwing every cute, gullible girl under twenty-three he could find. Gina was now a woman with revenge in her heart and sex on the brain.
Gina’s heavily mascaraed lashes fluttered up at him. “I have a lot of living to make up for.”
Once upon a time Gina wouldn’t have given him the time of day, but a lot had changed since he was the local troublemaker. He was respectable now, but the women of Revival couldn’t stop wondering if the things they’d heard about him were true, or if they’d be the one to break him. He’d heard rumors there were entire betting pools on whom he’d end up sleeping with.
He pointed to the dance floor. “There’s no place like a party to start living.”
She tilted her head toward the milling bodies. “Want to join me?”
Griffin was about to answer when his attention snagged on a flash of red in the doorway. His heart started to pound. He went hot all over, his cock hardening in an instant.
No. It couldn’t be.
But it was.
There, standing on the threshold, she stood. Stunning in a red dress with a plunging neckline, tight waist, and flared skirt that hugged a body he knew as well as his own. Her blue-black hair was down, curving over her shoulders, and even though he couldn’t see them clearly from across the room, he knew the exact color of those cunning bright blue eyes.
Everything stilled.
Darcy Miller was home.
