She should say no. Should make an excuse. Should absolutely not drive straight to his farm.
Riley: Be there in 10.
She tossed her phone in the passenger seat and started the car, already breaking her own rules.
Vacation sex. That's all this is. It doesn't mean anything.
She repeated it like a mantra the entire drive.
Grant was waiting in the barn when she arrived, leaning against the workbench in jeans and a flannel that should not be as attractive as it was.
"Hey," he said, his eyes tracking her as she walked in.
"Hey." Riley's heart was pounding. "What did you want to see me about?"
"You."
"That's not an answer."
"Sure it is." Grant pushed off the workbench and crossed to her. "I wanted to see you. That's the answer."
Riley's breath caught as he stopped in front of her, close enough that she could smell sawdust and soap and him.
"We saw each other last night," she said, her voice not quite steady.
"I know."
"And yesterday morning."
"I remember."
"So why?—"
Grant cupped her face and kissed her, cutting off whatever rational thought she'd been trying to form.
Riley melted into him immediately, all her careful distance evaporating. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, and Grant made a sound low in his throat that sent heat pooling through her.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," he murmured against her mouth.
"Grant—"
"Tell me you haven't been thinking about me too."
Riley couldn't. Because she had been. All morning. All night. Constantly.
"This is crazy," she breathed.
"I know."
"We just saw each other."
"I know that too."
"We're supposed to be—"Fake dating. Keeping boundaries. Not doing this.
But Grant's hands were sliding up her back, and Riley's brain was going offline.
"Supposed to be what?" Grant asked, his mouth finding her neck.
