Page 26 of Tempting God

“What?”

“At Moretti’s baby shower. Will I see you there?”

I blink. Twice. This can’t be happening.

“Why on earth are you going to their baby shower?”

“Likely the same reason you are.”

I’m the one snorting this time. “Unlikely. I’m actually friends with Isa. Do you even know her?”

“Not well, but Moretti invited me.” He pauses. “Does your boyfriend know you’re going to your ex’s baby shower?”

“My boyfriend?” My eyebrows lift. “Why, Grant Carter. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were in here, trying to cockblock me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He takes a step back. “Just remember. The Brotherhood is always watching. Sooner or later, they’re going to tire of your shenanigans.”

He gives me one last look before going back to his own room. Glaring, I close my door and spin to face Justin.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Is there something going on between the two of you?”

“What? No! Why would you even ask something like that?”

“Because there was a lot of tension there. And he didn’t seem to like the idea that we might be…hooking up.” He gives me a small smile. “If there is something going on, you might want to mention to him that he’s more of my type. Not you.”

“Justin, I swear there’s nothing going on.” I pause. “But I’m glad we had this talk.”

“Because you were falling madly in love with me and now I have to let you down?”

I laugh. “Because Josh, the new intern, was asking if you’re single.”

His cheeks turn pink. “Really?”

“Cross my heart.”

“Well, this day just gets more and more interesting.”

“On that note, I’m going to get out of these clothes before this paint dries.”

“I’m going to let myself out and head to the bar.” He winks at me. “Got to see if Josh is down there.”

“Good luck.”

He gives me a quick wave before leaving.

In the bathroom, I let the water warm in the shower before stepping under the spray. Red paint swirls down the drain, but I barely notice. No, my thoughts are occupied by Grant freaking Carter.

You’d think I would be over him by now. In the past eight years, we’ve seen each other a handful of times. Six, to be exact. We’ve spoken even fewer words to each other. But each time I see him, I’m reminded of that night at Unfortunate Souls. God knows I should be glad that he’s repulsed by the idea of me, but I’m not because I’ve discovered a terrible truth.

Grant Carter is like a drug.

I’ve had one taste of him and, god help me, I want more. Even one more time would satisfy me.

But, like all temptations, I know once won’t be enough.

Thank god he doesn’t feel the same way about me. Otherwise I might be in trouble.

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