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Grif
Anna needed some space, some room to breathe. Acting as I had at the bar had scared her. She’d thought I was going to kill her. Hell, I couldn’t blame her with the minimal amount of information she had on me. I’d given my word I wasn’t there to hurt her, and my word wasn’t much. She’d still believed me, or she wouldn’t have let me into her bed. If she stopped to think about it now, the only thing she’d actually learned about me was that I had sisters.
I hadn’t been subtle with her, blatantly telling her—and showing her—how much I wanted her. I didn’t f**k her though. Some guys would have seduced her into pliancy, but I knew that wasn’t going to work with her. I didn’t want to just “work” with her. There was something between us, something intense and confusing and a whole lot cr
