able to buy a nice little house and have no mortgage, just like you do here. Sign it.â
Tammy picked up the papers, and Darcy handed her a pen. She looked at Darcy with a big, watery gaze. âAre you bringing it to Griff?â
Darcy glanced at the clock over the ancient fridge. âAs soon as weâre done here.â
âAnd thereâs nothing I can do to change your mind about staying home?â
Darcyâs mind filled with the image of Griffinâs house, that house of her teenage fantasies. Heâd given her a tour last night, after theyâd finally exhausted themselves. Naked and curled in a blanket, sheâd walked with him, listening to him talk about all the changes heâd made. Sheâd watched his face, the way it had shone in the soft light, and fallen even deeper in love with him.
Heâd done it. All the things heâd talked about growing up. It was then that she remembered he hadnât really ever talked about travel like she had. Sheâd talked, and heâd listened. House, family, and community, those were the things Griffin had wanted. And heâd accomplished everything heâd dreamed of and more. Heâd turned himself from a troublemaker into the pillar of the community. He was liked and respected.
Sheâd made her own successesâjust not here in Revival. She had a life, and she needed to return to it. She shook her head. âNo. This isnât my home anymore.â
âThis has always been your home, baby.â Her mom smiled, sad and bittersweet. âYouâre just too stubborn to admit it.â
Darcy understood her mom believed that. But she knew the truth.
Her mom signed the document and pushed it back to Darcy.
She stared down at it. It was time to face Griffin.
Time to say good-bye.
Chapter Eighteen
Griffin stared out his office window onto Revivalâs Main Street, unable to concentrate on the proposal for new streetlamps that sat in front of him. His mind kept wandering to Darcy. Last night and all the things heâd done to her. All the things he wanted to do to her.
He didnât delude himself where Darcy was concerned. She wouldnât stay. Heâd learned that lesson when he was eighteen and heâd tried so hard to convince her. Sheâd never wavered, and sheâd never looked back.
She couldnât come home, and he couldnât leave.
That left them with no future.
He held no illusions heâd change her mind.
But that didnât mean he couldnât be with her while she was here. Griff knew how fast life could change, and he didnât take it for granted. He wasnât going to waste time with her to save himself the hurt when she walked away.
Last night heâd realized all those things heâd been telling himself all these years were bullshit.
Heâd never really gotten over her.
All those times heâd never allowed himself to date any of the women in Revival wasnât because he was protecting his reputation, but because they werenât Darcy.
And after all this time, he still loved her. Had never stopped loving her.
So he might not be able to have her, but he wouldnât waste one second with her.
Heâd recover. He always did. But heâd hold fast while he had her.
The intercom rang, and Mrs. Wellerâs disapproving voice came over the line. âDarcy Millerâs here to see you. I told her you were busy, but she insisted.â
Griffin smiled. Speak of the devil. âSend her in.â
Mrs. Weller huffed and hung up.
He laughed, but it died in his throat when Darcy walked into his office. Face affixed in a remote mask, she refused to meet his eyes.
His chest gave a hard squeeze. There werenât going to be any more nights.
Last night was the only one.
He wouldnât even have her for a little while.
She walked up to his desk, an envelope in her hand. When she stopped, she shifted on her feet.
She didnât want to say
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