Because she was jealous. Because she didn't want anyone else touching him. Because whatever this thing between them was, it mattered to her.
His phone buzzed.
Riley: That okay? The kiss?
Grant smiled.
Grant: More than okay.
Riley: Good. Because Tessa needed to back off.
Grant: Agreed.
Riley: See you tomorrow?
Grant: Yeah. Come by the farm if you want. I'll be there all day.
Riley: Maybe I will.
Grant: Riley?
Riley: Yeah?
Grant: I liked it. You kissing me like that.
A pause.
Riley: Yeah?
Grant: Yeah. Do it again sometime.
Riley: Careful what you wish for, Lawson.
Grant climbed into his truck, still grinning.
Riley Monroe was jealous. Territorial.
She could rationalize it however she wanted—call it vacation sex, pretend it was temporary, insist she was leaving after New Year's.
But that kiss told him everything he needed to know.
She was in deep. Just as deep as he was.
And Grant? He was going to make damn sure she knew staying was an option.
He drove home with the windows down despite the cold, his mind already planning tomorrow.
Two weeks. He had two weeks to show Riley what they could be.
And after tonight? He was more determined than ever.
FIFTEEN
Riley
Riley climbed into Grant's truck outside her parents' house, still buzzing from the night before—the kiss at Hannigan's, the territorial claiming, the way Tessa had practically fled.
"Ready for round two?" Grant asked, pulling out of the driveway.
