Except, after that first night with her, Grant had found himself thinking of all those things...and more. And look where it got him.
With a fucking door slammed in his face. Not to mention potential career suicide. Yeah, he’d done a bang-up job this time.
The farther he got from the mess he’d left behind, the more Grant told himself he was better off this way. He’d help Derek figure out what the fuck was going on with this case and then walk away scott-free.
No attachments. No one to worry about losing.No one to warm your bed at night, or laugh with, or love.
Gritting his teeth, Grant continued the drive to Cantrell’s office, hoping he could come up with a plausible excuse as to why he’d just left someone else to watch over his daughter. He also prayed the senator couldn’t tell just how hard it was for him to walk away from the woman who’d come damn close to being his everything.
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Chapter 18
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Three days. It hadbeen three long days since Grant left the cabin. Not wanting to deal with the noise of the city, Brynnon had decided to stay here and bury herself in work.
Determined to not think about Grant or what Derek had shared with her about what he’d found, she’d used the time to finish the paperwork for the bank, as well as diving back into the search for her next flip property.
Earlier today, she’d made the mistake of calling Angie to discuss which ones she thought were worth looking at in person. The conversation had quickly turned to Grant, at which time Brynnon spilled it all.
Okay, maybe notall. She’d purposely left out a few parts. Like the fact that, beneath his rough exterior lay the gentlest, most passionate man she’d ever known. Or, at least that’s what she’d thought.
Brynnon did, however, tell her best friend about his shouting out to the world that he most certainly didnotlove her. Right before she told the other woman how Grant had unceremoniously left.
Angie tried to reason it. Her sweet friend had suggested he was probably just worried about his job. Or that maybe Grant felt guilty for starting something with her while she was a client. But, Brynnon had told her what she could no longer deny.
He’d gotten what he wanted, and when it looked like things could possibly become more serious, he’d split. Using his concern for her safety as an excuse, the coward had run off as far and fast as he could.
Which was fine.Shewas fine. At least, that’s what Brynnon told herself every time she became lost in a memory of the two of them together.
So many memories in such a short period of time.
For the two days they’d been stranded together, she and Grant had made love in nearly every room. Now, each time she walked into one, pictures of those incredible moments with him assaulted her.
They were everywhere, continuously tainting the one place she’d felt truly at home. It was why she’d decided to go back to her condo tonight. There were memories of the two of them there, too. But somehow, the ones they’d made here seemed more...personal. More real.
