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too.” He had. His daddy had been rotten to the core, and Griffin had looked just like him. Everyone assumed the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree, and, growing up, Griffin had done whatever he could to exceed those expectations.
    â€œWhen I left this town, I swore I’d never let anyone treat me like that again.”
    â€œThat’s a good thing.”
    She turned to face him then, and her cold expression sent a chill right through him. “You just did.”
    He frowned at her. “I don’t understand.”
    â€œAll you cared about was that Charlie wouldn’t tell anyone.” She waved a hand, and it sliced through the small space that separated them. “You’re one of them now. I’m still an outsider. Still not fit for company. And I’m sure as hell not good enough for the now king of this stupid town.”
    Anger rose in his chest. “That’s bullshit.”
    â€œIt’s not.”
    He shook his head, trying and failing to keep hold of his temper. “That had nothing to do with you. And I’m not going to apologize for making something of myself. I’m not going to apologize for caring about the town I live in and wanting to see it thrive.”
    â€œYou didn’t make something of yourself!” she yelled, clutching her purse with tight fingers. “You sold out.”
    â€œWhy?” He waved a hand in her direction. “Because I didn’t go to some big city like you did? I don’t want that life. I like walking down the street and knowing all the faces. I like not being able to walk into the local diner without having to have a conversation with someone. I like knowing I can leave my doors open in the summer. I chose not to run away. Which is a hell of a lot more than I can say about you.”
    â€œYeah, well, good for you.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “But I told you I’m not going to be your dirty little secret.”
    He narrowed his eyes at her. “That was not about hiding you . I’m the mayor. I can’t go around bringing women to my house.”
    â€œSo you have to hide who you are to be accepted.”
    â€œNo, I protect the reputation I’ve built. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
    She scoffed. “Pretending to be a choirboy when you’re clearly not, that’s real honest.”
    He gritted his teeth. God, she was the most frustrating woman. And she was pushing all his buttons, just like she always did. “You’re one to talk.”
    She jerked her head. “What does that mean?”
    â€œYou run an anonymous sex blog while talking about how important it is to be open and honest.”
    Her eyes widened.
    â€œOh, yeah, that’s right. I found you, Miss Victoria.” He smirked. “It wasn’t that hard when you know what to look for.”
    She stared at him openmouthed, and he continued: “How are you any better than I am? Did you think after your mom bragged to anyone who would listen that you’d been published in the New York Times that I wouldn’t Google you? So it was funny when you showed up and told me you wrote a sex blog. A real bad-girl profession, all while pretending you don’t write respectable, literary think pieces on sexual politics and gender issues under your real name ?”
    Her expression twisted, and, for one horrible moment, Griffin thought she was going to cry and felt instantly contrite. Instantly sorry.
    She wet her lower lip with her tongue. “You’re right. Who am I to talk?”
    She went to leave, and he gripped her wrist. “Darce, wait.”
    â€œNo.” She pulled away. “You’re right. But it’s not the point. I don’t like the way this town makes me feel. I don’t like the way you make me feel.”
    â€œHow do I make you feel?” He didn’t want to know. His stomach already bitter with the knowledge that he’d hurt her.
    When she