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“Housekeeper comes in at ten,” Garrett said as he made his way to his room.

I rolled my eyes. “Housekeeper comes in at ten,” I repeated.

Billy laughed. “Close enough to a butler.”

8

GARRETT

Isettled into the driver’s seat of my Mercedes and immediately regretted offering Sabrina a ride. The confined space of the car made her presence impossible to ignore. She smelled fucking delicious. Like a creamy dessert waiting to be lapped up. There was a hint of vanilla mixed with that apple shampoo I’d noticed last night. It was intoxicating and my cock noticed.

She looked good in those jeans. Too good. The way the denim hugged her ass and showed off shapely thighs had sent my mind straight to places it had no business going. I was a grown man, not some horny teenager, but sitting this close to her was testing every ounce of self-control I had developed over the years.

The first hour of the drive passed in relative silence, both of us seeming to dance around whatever had almost happened on my balcony. I kept stealing glances at her profile as she watched the city give way to suburbs, then farmland. Her blonde hair caught the sunlight streaming through the windows.

It was crazy that she was the same girl I knew so well, but a stranger at the same time. Sabrina Lamb was the literal girl next door. We had grown up together. Seen each other through our awkward phases. And damn if Sabrina had not fucking blossomed. How had I not noticed before?

Well, I had left before she had become this woman. But now? Shit. She was live and in living color and she looked and smelled like heaven. Like the kind of woman I could bury myself in and see the pearly gates.

I needed to get my head on straight. This was Sabrina. Not some random woman I could take home from a bar, sleep with, and never see again. She was part of my past, part of Greenleaf, part of everything I’d been trying to keep at arm’s length for years. Getting involved with her would complicate everything.

But fu-u-ck, I wanted her. I hadn’t realized how much until she was sitting in my passenger seat, close enough to touch.

What would she do if I reached over and slid my hand up her thigh? Would I find her damp and wanting? Would she let me undo those jeans and slip my fingers inside her?

Shit! What the hell was wrong with me?

I was losing my mind. It had been months since I’d been with anyone. That stupid deal had consumed every waking hour. Maybe I just needed to get laid, and my desperate libido was projecting onto the first attractive woman in my vicinity.

Some women were fine with casual arrangements, no strings attached. But Sabrina wasn’t that type. At least, I didn’t think she was. Hell, I barely knew her anymore.

She was no pump and dump. No “lock the door on your way out” and never see her again. Sabrina was someone special.

That thought sobered me. We’d been close once, but that was years ago. We were essentially strangers now, despite the shared history.

“So,” I said, finally breaking the silence that had stretched between us. “Catch me up on your life. I mean really catch me up. I get the occasional update from Mom and Dad, but not much.”

She turned to look at me, seeming relieved to have something to talk about. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything. What do you do for work? What’s a typical day like for you? Are you happy?”

A smile played at her lips. “That’s a loaded question.”

“Start with the easy stuff then.”

“I still help out at my family’s dairy farm most mornings,” she said, settling back into the leather seat. “You know how it is with dairy cows. They don’t care if it’s Saturday or if you stayed up too late the night before. They need to be milked.”

I nodded, remembering the rhythm of farm life that had once dictated my own schedule. “That’s got to be early.”

“Four-thirty most days. Earlier during calving season.” She shrugged like it was nothing. “But I’m usually done by nine or ten, which gives me the rest of the day to work with Billy and Lucy on their new projects for your family’s farm.”

“New projects?” I asked, though something in my gut was already warning me I didn’t want to hear the answer.

Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, Garrett, you should see what we’ve been working on. Billy’s really taking the farm in a new direction. We’ve expanded beyond just the pumpkin patch and punkin’ chunkin’. We’ve got this amazing corn maze now⁠—”

“No.” The word came out just a little harsh.

Sabrina blinked, clearly taken aback by my reaction. “What do you mean, no?”