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One corner of his mouth lifts.

“They're your friends too.”

“True.”

Silence. Not awkward.

This is worse. It’s charged.

Grimm watches me.

I watch him.

And I wonder if Dora's advice is actually a good idea.

No. Bad Aggie.

The limousine slows.

Already?

I glance through the window. Yep, we’re at my house.

Damn.

The driver opens the door. Grimm gets out first and offers me his hand.

Of course he does.

I take it.

Because of course I do.

And that same electric heat runs between us.

Every damn time.

He walks me to my door. The limo waits at the curb.

This is the moment.

I could say goodnight. I should say goodnight.

Instead, I turn around. Grimm is standing close. Very close.

I can smell him. That clean, expensive scent mixed with something darker.

Woods.

Night.

Wildness.

My heart starts pounding.

“Would you like to come inside for a nightcap?”

There.