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Waking Griffin up right now would mean talking to him about what happened last night. He would want to confront it, but all I want to do is run away from it.

Things between us don’t need to get complicated with the kiss. After all, it was just a kiss. I just need to avoid him for the rest of the retreat.

Once we return to the city and hide away in his firm with dozens of people around, it will be easy to pretend that I don’t want him.

Until then, avoidance is the only way to go.

My gaze lingers as Griffin sighs. His chest rises and falls as I grab the doorknob. Hesitation runs through me.

Maybe I should stick around to talk to him. We could try to figure out where to go from here.

Griffin said that he was tired of fighting, and I am, too. I don’t want to hold onto the anger anymore.

Although, I don’t know if it’s possible to let twenty years of hatred go that easily. I certainly don’t have the capacity to deal with it right now.

I better get out of here before he wakes up.

For just a moment longer, I take in the stunning sight of Griffin Blake before heading out the door.

All I want to do is forget that last night ever happened.

Chapter four

Griffin

Jake rams his spoon into the massive breakfast skillet in front of him. “You were nice to Cora on the company retreat, right?”

I’ve been back in Maine for less than twenty-four hours, and Jake is already up my ass about his sister. As soon as I landed, he texted me to go out for breakfast the following day.

I bite back a sharp response and instead take a sip of my coffee. “Of course I was nice. She’s my assistant. What was I going to do? Take her on a retreat and then treat her like crap? Besides, it’s just an extension of work for me.”

Jake arches an eyebrow. “You and Cora have never been able to get along. Mostly because you have a tendency to be an ass.”

“Trust me, I didn’t do anything to her this weekend.”

Not that I’m ever planning on admitting to Jake what I did, at least.

If he found out I kissed Cora, he would likely beat me up before ending our friendship. He would think I was using her.

All Jake would see was another woman with whom I planned on having fun before leaving.

I couldn’t blame him for that, either.

My track record with relationships is quick and short. Most women in my life have only wanted to benefit from my money.

They think that dating a CEO lawyer from a reputable billionaire family will automatically bring them a life of luxury.

I don’t exactly have time to invest in relationships either, and Jake knows my reasons.

But Cora… she’s different. If she would just stop avoiding me, we might be able to talk about what happened the other day.

Jake is about to say something when a young boy approaches him with a baseball in his hand.

The boy rocks in front of our table for a moment, pink staining his cheeks. “Mr. Walsh, would you sign my ball?”

Jake grins and wipes his hands. “Absolutely.”

Jake signs the ball and spends a few minutes taking pictures with the boy. They briefly talk about one of Jake’s most recent games and the pitches he threw.

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