She's My Kind of Girl

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his teeth. “Charlie.”
    â€œHow’s it going?” the sheriff asked in his honeyed voice.
    Griffin cocked a brow. “How do you think it’s going?”
    He winked at Darcy. “Pretty good, by the looks of things.”
    She was going to die from humiliation.
    â€œCan I help you?” Griffin asked, his irritation clear. “Did we not leave you at Mitch and Maddie’s?”
    â€œWhy yes, you did.” Charlie gave her another slow smile. “I was on my way home when the call came over the wire. I figured it was on my way, so I might as well check it out.”
    â€œCheck what out?” Griffin asked.
    Charlie laughed. “Apparently a horn kept going off and someone complained that there were kids out on the service road again.” He ran his gaze over Darcy. “But I had a feeling it was you.”
    Griffin ran his hands through his hair, and Charlie laughed again. “Probably not the best idea for the mayor to get caught screwing around in an illegal parking zone.”
    Through gritted teeth Griff said, “I’ll take it under advisement.”
    â€œSee that you do,” Charlie said, looking back and forth between Griffin and Darcy. “Probably best if you go somewhere else.”
    â€œWill do.” Griffin sighed. “I trust this will remain between us?”
    He tipped his hat again and straightened. “Your secrets are safe with me.”
    â€œThanks.”
    Darcy’s stomach dropped, and all the lust that had been riding her hard evaporated into thin air, leaving behind a humiliating sickness. She looked out the window and tried to ignore the tightness in her throat. It was always the same old story in this town. She was still that girl, but Griffin wasn’t that boy.
    He was one of them.

Chapter Twelve
    Back on the road, an uncomfortable silence had taken hold of the car, all the heat and desire from before, gone. Griffin glanced at Darcy who stared out the window, fingertips pressed to her lips, apparently deep in thought.
    They might have years separating them, but he still knew her, still remembered. She was upset. He just didn’t know why.
    He brushed her leg, and she moved away. “Darce, talk to me.”
    â€œThere’s nothing to say.” Her tone was flat, with no emotion. “What happened back there was a mistake.”
    In the darkness of the rural road he couldn’t see her expression, and it frustrated him. “Was it?”
    â€œYes.” She seemed to blow out a deep breath. “Can you take me home?”
    â€œAll right.” He clenched the steering wheel. “Are you upset because Charlie saw us? I can promise you he won’t say a word.”
    She huffed and shook her head. “You’re such an idiot.”
    He turned left onto her street and pulled up in front of her tiny house. It was run-down and dilapidated. The small porch sagged on one side. It looked old and abandoned, ready to move on from its life as a home. Ironic that it was the one thing standing in the way. He could take the house, he had the legal grounds to do so, he’d made sure of it. But at what cost?
    Darcy wouldn’t forgive him.
    Did he need her forgiveness? Did it matter? She’d fight him until he won and was forced to play his hand and take her mom’s house away. After, she’d leave to go back to her life in New York, where she wanted nothing to do with him or Revival.
    So what did forgiveness matter?
    He looked at her. She still stared out the window, but made no effort to leave his car.
    He took that as a sign to talk.
    â€œWhy am I an idiot?” he asked, shifting in his seat to face her, despite the fact that she didn’t look at him.
    Seconds ticked by as he waited for her answer, and when he thought she wouldn’t give him one, she spoke. “I hated the way I grew up. Hated that everyone assumed I was trash just because of where I came from.”
    â€œI hated that

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