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Kevin shoots a warning glare at me, and I sit back silently.

“I’m going to give her a ride,” Shelby says, her eyes resting on Kevin.

Ivy glances at me before walking to her dad and kissing him on the head. Her perfume reminds me of the other night when my fingers were buried inside her, my mouth on hers.

“Be good,” Kevin mutters, his eyes on Shelby. “Drive carefully, Shelby. You’ve had a few beers.”

Shelby waves a hand.

“I’m okay; it’s not far.”

“I can take her.” The words are out before I can stop them, and Shelby grins.

“Would that be okay? I can finish my beer and watch the sunset.” Shelby skips over, sitting beside me.

Ivy looks like she’s going to kill me.

“No, it’s okay; I’ll drive myself.”

“I’m heading home, anyway. So it’s no biggie.”

Kevin looks relieved until he realizes he will be alone with Shelby.

“Come on. See you, bud.”

I head to my truck, an angry Ivy in tow.

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IVY

“You shouldn’t be driving me.”

Griffin remains silent, one hand on the wheel, the other on his lap.

He’s pissed, but I don’t care.

“Don’t go out with him just to piss me off, Ivy.”

I roll my eyes, staring out of the window.

But he’s right. That’s exactly what I’m doing.

I’m hurt by Griffin’s rejection.

“I’m not.”

“No? So what was that about earlier? Playing with yourself to get me hard, hmm?” Griffin gives me a side look, and it sends electricity through me.

Why the hell does he have to be so hot? He’s also everything else; caring, sweet, an amazing dad, not to mention a great friend.

Well. Other than making me come on his sofa last night.

“Sorry,” I mutter, not sorry at all.

Griffin clenches his jaw, and I stare at his hand on the wheel, wanting it around my breast again.

“You’re not sorry. You were teasing me.”

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