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Chapter Four

Well now, Darcy had always been a sassy, sarcastic one. Of course, as soon as Griffin had seen her he’d known why she’d come home. He’d contemplated how to handle the situation. Because the truth was, one look and he wanted her. Just like he’d wanted her back in the day, that first time behind the school. Something about Darcy Miller had always reached inside of him and squeezed.

Time apparently hadn’t changed that. Instead of approaching this unfortunate reunion rationally and with a clear head, all he could think about was getting his hands on her as fast as possible.

If it were an option, he would drag her into the storage closet, where the nice ladies of Revival kept all their extra supplies, and take her up against a wall. In the ten minutes since he’d spotted her he’d literally thought of about a hundred depraved things he wanted to do with her.

None of them were nice.

None of them were appropriate.

None of them were befitting the town mayor.

By the anger in her face, and the hard set of her jaw, he could tell she wasn’t at all amiable, despite the air pulsing between them.

He was equally sure he could change that. He knew that look in her eyes. And while she tried to disguise it, and had done a decent job, he’d seen the flash of desire in her gaze, the hungry way she looked at him.

Regardless, this wasn’t the time or the place. This was the first annual Revival Christmas party, it needed to be a smashing success, and that did not include publicly dragging wild child Darcy Miller into the supply closet and going down on her until she screamed.

He was respectable now.

So, he’d play it cool. Very cool. He gave her his best “vote for me” smile. “I understand your mom is upset, Darcy. But the town offered her above market value for the property.”

Darcy’s expression turned thunderous. “She is not selling her house so you can build some stupid park.”

All he needed to do was stay calm. His forearm muscles flexed. Unfortunately, he’d always loved fighting with her a little too much. She made every battle so fun. So hot.

But this wasn’t the time for those thoughts.

This was the time for him to act like a proper mayor. In a pleasant tone, he said, “I understand this is distressing for her, but it’s hardly a stupid park. It will be the town center.”

Darcy raised a brow but said nothing.

He glanced at Sam, who gave him a cocky grin. He returned his attention back to the woman in front of him. “The town is suffering, Darce.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “This project will revitalize the downtown, bring in businesses and families. It will help the city’s economy modernize and give the citizens a place to come together as a community.”

Expression fierce, she planted her hands on her hips. “I don’t see why you can’t do that without my mom’s house. She’s got a seven-hundred-and-fifty-square-foot house. Her property is like the size of a postage stamp.”

Griffin put his hand in his pockets. “It’s right in the middle of the plans. I can’t work around her.”

She flipped that gorgeous hair of hers over her shoulder. “Well, you’re going to have to.”

Irritation flashed through him at her stubbornness. She was being unreasonable. Which was just like her. “I’m sorry you feel that way, but I can assure you I have the right to take the property. It falls under the letter of the law. Fighting it will only cost you time and money, probably more than the house is worth. She has two choices: Either let the town buy it for above market value and have her relocate to a nicer house close by, or have the property condemned and seized.”

Darcy narrowed her eyes and pointed at his chest. “I don’t know how yet, but I’m not going to let you get away with this.”

Griffin looked at Sam again, tilting his head toward Darcy, hoping that his friend would provide another, more objective point of view. Sam, however, just stood there mute, a big shit-eating smile on his face.

All right then, Griffin was on his own. He went to say something, but Gina chose that moment to slither on up to him, hooking her arm around his and batting her lashes.

Oh for fuck’s sake, not this.He attempted to subtly pull away but her grip was like a vise.

Gina gave Darcy a disgusted once-over. “Oh, it’s you.”

Darcy’s spine went ruler straight, which had an impressive effect on her cleavage. “It’s me.”

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