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released her wrists.

She ran her hands along his back. He was bigger, thicker, than she remembered. She could feel the muscles bunch at her touch.

His hand was under her shirt, running along her ribs, the other held her upper body still as he explored upward until she felt the pull on her hard nipple.

“Yes,” she moaned. God, he always knew how to touch her.

His hand was cupping and molding her breast through her bra. His mouth was again on her neck.

She wanted his touch, loving the feel of his body against hers. It had been too long since she’d felt this kind of desire.

She felt his hand in her hair pulling, wrenching her face upward.

“See, Hale, this chemistry, it is real. This is us, baby.” He rasped with a victorious grin on his face.

In that moment, she hated her traitorous body and it’s response to his. She hated him for knowing it. She dropped her leg and tried to push him away. “Fuck you!” Was he playing some vicious game of payback?

“Not tonight, Hale, but I think we will, one day soon.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes and it made her want to drag her nails down his cheeks.

He sauntered through the doorway and a few moments later, she heard the front door slam.

Hale slid downward until she was sitting on the floor, her knees too weak to hold her any longer. She dropped her head into her hands. “That shouldn’t have happened.” She felt the hot tears form. Did she want Finn? Stupid question, she wanted him badly. Hell, she would have fucked him against the door, on her desk, or on the floor. God, was he plotting some sort of sick revenge for her leaving? “It can’t happen,” she told her body.

Too bad, she heard the voice in her head answering, it’s going to happen, and it will be amazing.

Miller padded in and head butted her. She threw her arms around his neck and cried.

Chapter Six

August

“Of course we have to do something for your birthday.” Jasmine put her coffee mug down with a thud on the huge kitchen table and gave Hale an exasperated look.

“Party, party,” Ashley chanted. The three women gathered around the antique table a few times a week.

Hale turned to Jasmine. “You are addicted to party planning. Last week you were celebrating that you had a few weeks off before you had to buckle down with the Fall Festival, and now you want to throw a party. You’re crazy.”

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders and continued giving her friend “the look.” The one that said, “I know that you’re going to give in.”

“I don’t want a big deal.” Hale sighed in defeat. It was hard to say no to Jazz when she was so generous.

“How about a little deal?” Jasmine smiled a bit, clearly sensing that she was going to get her way.

“A very little one.” Hale dropped her head into her hand.

“I’m thinking a cook-out, at our place, starting at dusk and we can light the torches and I can hang lanterns on the tree branches, just a few friends and some people that I think you’d like.”

“Include the kids to help you keep it casual, and beer, no blender drinks,” Hale added.

“It’s hot as hell, we have to have blender drinks. What if somebody wants a Margarita?” Jasmine started making notes on her phone.

Ashley tapped on her tablet. “Your birthday is on a Wednesday, that’s a sucky night for a party. You should have the party on the weekend, but on the actual day we should have a slumber party, just us girls.”

“A slumber party? Aren’t we too old for things like that?” Hale shook her head and tried not to groan.

“Oh I like it, we could have a nice dinner, and after we can party. Maybe Reprieve would send over some people to give us spa treatments. I’ll call Sabrina. I bet she could pull that together. A little pampering on your special day, you’ll love it.” Jasmine continued typing on her phone’s screen.

“Plus, you promised to tell me “The Story.” I’ll bring your choice of men, Jose, Jim or Jack for the night. Your pick, boss.” Ashley looked at Hale expectantly.

Jasmine lifted her eyes from her phone, waiting for Hale’s reaction.

“I told you to stop calling it that,” Hale snapped without heat. “I guess you’ve heard all kinds of versions, so you should hear mine.”

“And mine, I can add to it.” Jasmine put in helpfully. “I think talking about it will help.