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Shit. He’s not supposed to know I’m the one behind us being in Winter Falls. I thought he bought Stan’s lie when he claimed he found this recording studio.

“This is all about your dad.”

There’s no sense denying it. Dylan’s known me since we formed the band in middle school. He knows I found my biological dad and his family years ago.

“Yeah.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

He points to the little girl and her dad. “I don’t think you have a choice any longer.”

Maybe. Maybe not. I’ve been running away from the truth for years. I can run a little longer.

Chapter 8

Temptation – Cash Evans. He breathes and I’m tempted.

Indigo

Istare at the papers in front of me. There must be some kind of loophole in Grandma’s will. A loophole to allow me to sell the house without living in it for a year. There has to be.

The front door opens and Cash strolls in like he owns the place. He’s always been sure of himself and his right to be where he is. Even when we were in high school and I knew it was a lie, he had swagger.

“Honey, I’m home,” he says when he notices me.

I narrow my eyes on him. This isn’t his home. It’s not mine either. But it will be for the next twelve months unless I want the house to be torn down.

Torn down? I can’t believe Grandma. She knows I would never let this house she loved be destroyed. She also knows I have a life in San Diego. How could she do this to me?

I drop my head to the table with a groan.

“What’s wrong?” Cash massages my neck and I bite my tongue to stop my moan.

Good gracious his hands feel good. I love the touch of his calloused fingers on my skin. I close my eyes and allow myself to enjoy it. Just for a moment. Any second now I’m going to tell him to stop. To get his hands off me.

“Indigo, what’s going on?” His breath wafts over my neck. I couldn’t stop the shiver from coursing through my body now if I wanted to.

He kneels next to me and uses a finger on my chin to lift my head from the table. “What happened? Is it Grandma Saffron?”

I snort. “Ding. Ding. Ding.”

He cradles my face. “I’m sorry you lost her.”

“I’m sorry you never met her. She would have loved you. She would have shown you off to all her friends. Before asking you to pose naked for her book club.”

He chuckles. “Your grandmother sounds awesome.”

I inhale a deep breath. “Except she’s trying to control my life from the grave.”

He kisses my nose before releasing me and sitting next to me. “Explain.”

I motion toward the papers. “I went to the reading of the will today.” He nods. “Grandma left me everything including this house. But there are ‘stipulations’.”

He chuckles at my use of air quotes. “What kind of stipulations?”

“I have to live in this house for a year. If I don’t, it’ll be torn down.”

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