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“Yes,” he answered, laughing.

“Kiss me,” she said, pulling him down so she could reach his lips.

“I guess you missed me.”

“Every minute.”

When Griffin pulled a chair over to the bed, Aine felt herself tearing up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You tell me. You seem anxious.”

He shook his head. “Everything’s fine.”

Aine raised an eyebrow.

“There’s a situation in Colombia that may necessitate my leaving.”

“You were just there.”

“I was,” he said, combing his fingers through her hair.

What could she say? This was his life. If they ended up being together, she’d have to get used to it, just like her sister had to.

“I’m here now, though.”

“I’m so glad. I wish you could take me home.”

“Yeah? What would we do?”

She could feel the heat in her cheeks.

“Tell me, baby,” he whispered, and they got hotter.

Aine grasped his hand, pulled back the blanket and sheet and rested it on her breast. “Touch me,” she whispered.

Griffin took a deep breath and raised her hospital gown. “Someone could come in,” he told her coming around to the other side of the bed so his body would shield hers from the door.

“Leave it,” he told her when she went to lower the gown. “Let me look at you.”

His eyes burned into her skin as his fingers toyed with her nipples. She wove her fingers in his hair and arched her back when he lowered his head and put his lips where his hands had been.

When he raised his head and lowered her gown, Aine groaned.

“Soon,” he whispered, kissing each of her fingertips.

“Promise?”

He smiled. “Oh, yeah.”

“I didn’t…Stuart…we never…”

“Shh,” he said, kissing her. “I know.”

Aine put her hands on either side of his face and deepened their kiss. “I love you,” she murmured before going back in for more.

She couldn’t get enough of him. She had never been able to, but now it was worse. It didn’t matter that her body was sore from the surgery, the pain of longing for him was worse. “Promise me you won’t leave before we can be alone.”

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