Page 59 of The Billionaire's Beauty

I choose my words carefully. This feels crucial. I can’t get it wrong.

“That depends. Are you trying to drive me away?”

Shaky laugh from Griffin. “I’d like to think I’m smarter than that. I know it’s questionable sometimes, but…”

“Hmmm. I’m inclined to give you a chance. Would that be a waste of my time?”

We stare at each other for several long beats. He swallows hard, making his Adam’s apple bob and revealing a depth of vulnerability that makes my heart ache. Takes a deep breath.

“No.”

“Good,” I say, relieved. So is he, judging by the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. “I think I’m going to grab my credit card and go order that pizza. I’m starving. I seem to have worked up an appetite.”

Griffin scowls. “This is a test, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely,” I say. “Proceed carefully.”

He heaves an aggrieved sigh and gives my shoulder a final kiss.

“Whatever you want. Just make sure my half is pineapple-free.”

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