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Enveloping my arms tight around his body, I hold Griff against me, I don’t want to let go. Leaning down to kiss him, it quickly morphs into a deep, passionate kiss. I pour all my feelings into it, Griff does the same as our tongues stroke and caress each other’s. Griff’s hands squeeze my butt, my hands hook over his shoulders. Eventually, we break apart and I see my pain mirrored in Griff’s eyes, this is not how it’s supposed to be.

“Love you, Griff, don’t forget to call.” I whisper against his lips.

“As if I could. Love you, too, baby.” With one more peck on my lips, Griff grabs his bag and heads out, I see the tension in his shoulders but he doesn’t look back.

Turning back to my brother, I scowl. “You are a real pain in my ass, y’know that, right?”

“Yeah, and I’m sorry for what I said about Griff. I can see the connection you two have and it’s the real deal.” Raff pulls the leather strip that holds his hair back, something, I’ve noticed, he does when he’s stressed.

“That weekend away was more than just a trip back to his place, wasn’t it?” Troy queries.

“Yeah, it was. As usual, my father manages to fuck up something really important to me.” I shake my head, not prepared to give anymore away. “Okay, how are we going to handle this circus? Raff, I think you need to call Steinberg. I’m going to call Lucas Davenport; he did an excellent job at keeping us safe when we went to court. I think we might need some backup if the media circus is already making an appearance. Troy, I think you need to call the cops, let them know what’s going on and that we may need them to control the crowds.”

The rest of the day goes in a whirl. Griff keeps to his word and messages me at every stage of his journey and when he arrives at the hotel. It’s not until I get back to Raff and Troy’s home that I realize I haven’t heard from him for a couple of hours, but I guess he’s at dinner with them now.

God, I miss him.