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calmly emptied the single drawer he’d allotted
her in his condo and done the same for the few items he kept at her house. The
whole exchange had required only two empty cardboard boxes. She hadn’t even had
to take a day off work. And she’d told herself she was fine. Fine.
    She’d continued being fine right up until the point she’d
stumbled onto a Facebook post about Brady’s wedding through a mutual friend.
Then, all of a sudden, she hadn’t been fine anymore. Less than thirty-six hours
after Brady married another woman, she did the unthinkable. When she’d run into
Griffin Cain in the coffee shop half a block from Cain Enterprises, she’d typed
her number into his cell phone. Yes, he’d been flirting with her since she’d
hired on at Cain Enterprises. He flirted with everyone. She’d never dreamed
she’d be one of his conquests.
    Griffin was handsome and charming. With his shaggy, dark-blond
hair and ocean blue eyes, he looked better suited to professional surfing than
international business. His crooked smile and sexy dimples had all the women in
the office swooning.
    Still, she’d been sure she’d be able to resist him, despite all
the times he wandered into Dalton’s office and propped his hip on the corner of
her desk to flirt with her while he waited for Dalton to come to or from some
meeting. Despite the way he’d occasionally bring her gourmet coffee and drop it
off at her desk with a salacious wink as he headed for Dalton’s office. Despite
all that, she knew she could resist him because she knew he treated all the
women in the office that way.
    And she hated that kind of crap. And she hated people who
coasted by on their good looks almost as much as she hated people who got by on
their family name. Griffin was the triple-whammy of things she despised in the
business world.
    Of all the men she knew, he was the guy she was least likely to
get romantically involved with. Which was precisely what made him appealing to
her after Brady dumped her. She’d been emotionally bruised and battered. When
she ran into him that morning at the coffee shop, when he turned on that classic
Griffin Cain charm, she did the unthinkable. She decided to sow her own wild
oats.
    She hadn’t really believed she had any wild oats in her. They
certainly had never floated to the surface of her psyche before. But Griffin had
somehow gotten the damn things to sprout.
    The one night she’d planned on allowing herself with Griffin
had turned into a weekend. And then into a month. And then into four.
    The brief sexual encounter was no longer brief. She’d managed
to keep it purely sexual, but it was no longer uncomplicated. A mere call from
him had her leaving her house in the middle of the night for a rendezvous. She’d
stayed over at his place. Showered in his shower. Missed a morning of work. And
now she had a key to his frickin’ condo.
    It was time to stop fooling herself. She wasn’t just having sex
with Griffin. She was acting like an addict. And it was time to go cold
turkey.
     

Two
    G riffin took a sip of his coffee, looking from the file in front of him to Dalton sitting across the table. He’d coaxed Dalton out of his condo and down the block to his favorite little Argentinean café. Once their coffee had arrived, Dalton had pushed a file folder across the table to him. And then he’d dropped a bomb.
    “What do you mean, you’re done?” Griffin asked.
    “Done.” Dalton leaned back against the booth’s red vinyl upholstery.
    “Like, done? Like, you’re not searching for her anymore?”
    “Exactly.”
    “What, you want me to take over?” Hollister expected them to search for the heir separately. But he hadn’t expressly ordered them not to work together. “I’ve got a trip scheduled for next week, but after that—”
    “I’m done.” Dalton leaned forward. “I’m not looking for her anymore. I’m not jumping through any more of Hollister’s damn hoops. I’m out.”
    “Fine. You need me