"Okay."
She climbed into her car before she could do something stupid like kiss him again in broad daylight with his father fifty feet away.
As she drove home, Riley's hands were shaking on the wheel.
Vacation sex. Just vacation sex. It doesn't count.
But the way her heart was racing? The way she couldn't stop smiling?
That felt a lot like it counted.
Riley spentthe afternoon trying to be productive. She wrapped Christmas presents, helped her mom prep for tomorrow's dinner, and absolutely did not check her phone every five minutes.
She failed at that last one.
By six-thirty, she'd changed her outfit three times and was pacing her bedroom like a caged animal.
This was ridiculous. She'd already slept with Grant. They'd made out multiple times. This wasn't a first date.
So why did she feel like a teenager getting ready for prom?
Her phone buzzed.
Grant: Change of plans. Come to the farm.
Riley: Your dad will be there.
Grant: He's got dinner in town with friends. Won't be back till late.
Riley: So we'll be alone?
Grant: That's the idea.
Riley's stomach flipped.
Riley: What if someone sees my car in the driveway?
Grant: Park in the barn. I'll leave the door open.
Riley: You've thought this through.
Grant: I've thought about a lot of things today.
Riley's face went hot.
Riley: Like what?
Grant: Come over and find out.
Riley grabbed her coat before she could second-guess herself.
Grant was waiting in the barn when she arrived, and the look on his face when she walked in made Riley's breath catch.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi." Grant crossed to her in three strides, pulling her against him. "I've been thinking about this all day."
"Me too."
