Page 87 of Indigo Ridge (The Edens 1)

The glare he aimed Skyler’s way brought a smile to my lips.

Jealousy on Griffin Eden looked incredibly sexy.

“I don’t know who you are or what you’re doing, but I’m having a conversation with Winnie,” Skyler said, standing taller.

“And I’m here to give her an orgasm before dinner. Let’s find out which one of us she’d rather have stick around.”

My jaw dropped.

Emily’s gasp was loud enough for us all to hear.

“Go home, Emily,” Griffin barked over Skyler’s shoulder.

She tensed but didn’t move.

“There’s nothing for you here,” Griff told her. “Not a story. Not me. Go home.”

She swallowed hard, her pride visibly dinged. That might cost us later, but the sight of her scurrying down the sidewalk after he’d chosen me was reward enough.

“You too,” I told Skyler. “Go home.”

He shook his head. “I get it. You wanted to screw this guy for a while and balance the scales. Fine. I can look past him if you can look past—”

“You lost her.” Griffin’s voice had an edge unlike anything I’d heard before. An edge that made me glad I was standing on his side, not the opposing. “You fucked up and lost her. She’s mine. And I won’t fuck it up.”

Mine. My heart melted into a puddle.

No man had ever claimed me before. Skyler, dressed in his signature black suit, had taken eight years and he’d never once said she’s mine.

My ex looked at me and I ignored him, too busy holding myself back from hugging the angry cowboy. “Griff . . .”

“Unlock the door, Winn.”

I fought a smile. And followed orders, but before I went inside, I gave Skyler one last glance. “Sell the house. Let it go. Let me go. Please.”

He swallowed hard. Then nodded.

“Thank you.” I took Griffin’s hand, tugging him into the house.

He slammed the door shut, dragging a hand through his hair. “I really want to punch him.”

“Don’t punch him.”

Skyler didn’t wait around this time. As quickly as Emily had vanished, so did he. For good, I suspected.

“So that was, um . . .” Awkward? Incredible? Enlightening? All of the above.

“Yeah.” Griff stalked my way, closing the distance between us in a single stride. Then his mouth was on mine, sending a fl

utter to my heart and a trembling to my knees.

He claimed me. One sweep of his tongue and those words he’d told Skyler raced through my body.

She’s mine.

He was mine too.

It was dark outside by the time we emerged from the bedroom. As promised, Griffin had delivered on his orgasm before dinner. Three, actually.