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“I don’t care,” Isabella said. “It has done me more good than not. The truth is out to Michael and we’re working through everything. I’ve finally gotten rid of Mom’s toxicity, I’m going to get to know my sister, and we’re going to get to eat together. Good food. Not damn vegetables!”
Aria burst out laughing.
There was a sudden honking of a horn.
“That’s Michael. Our food is ready. We ordered takeout.” Isabella hugged her tightly. “You’re coming for Christmas dinner and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Aria laughed. “Okay, fine. Christmas dinner.”
Isabella pulled away and Aria went to the door with her, watching as she rushed down the garden path. Michael was there and Aria raised her hand to give her a wave. Just before she got into the car, she turned. “Next time, don’t forget the whipped cream.”
She couldn’t help but laugh at her request. Whipped cream.
Closing her door, she flicked the lock into place and stepped toward her sitting room, seeing the dogs looking all snug and cozy. Aria clicked her fingers.
Feeding. That’s what she had to do. She made her way into the kitchen, grabbed a couple of cans of dog food, opened them up, and mixed in a few dry biscuits for them as well. With their bowls ready, she put them on the feeding mat as someone knocked on her door.
Aria frowned. Who could it be?
She walked to the door and this time checked through the peephole to see who it was. Opening the door, she was still a little taken aback. “Grant?”
He stepped inside and she was so shocked that she didn’t even try to stop him. He closed and flicked the lock on the door. She didn’t argue with him. Didn’t stop him.
He cupped her face and then slammed his lips on hers.
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Bull didn’t have a good enough plan as far as Grant was concerned. Finding two bodies and dressing them up in Maddie’s and Lindsey’s clothes wasn’t going to work. Miguel wanted more than dead bodies. He wanted actual proof, footage of him poisoning the two loves of Bull’s life.
Grant couldn’t do it. There was no way he was going to kill his best friend or his niece. Not going to happen.
His plan might not work, or it might, but it could also cause a lot of casualties. It was the only way, though. To strike fast and at Miguel. To bring him to them. It wouldn’t take out all of Miguel’s men, but it would be a start. Either way, his plan would involve a lot of time. The only problem he had initiating his plan was this woman, with perfectly plump lips—the woman who haunted his dreams.
She had every right to fight him and push him away, but she didn’t. At first, he had taken her by surprise. She could pummel at his chest, scream at him, tell him to fuck off and get out of her life, but Aria didn’t do that. She also didn’t pull him in closer.
She did kiss him back and he considered that a bonus. Aria’s kisses were addictive.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tilted her head to the side and pressed her up against the door at the same time. Thrusting his pelvis against her stomach, he heard her slight intake of breath.
That’s right, baby, I’m here for you.
Aria might not want him, but her body did. There was no taking that away from him.
“Grant?” she said once they had broken the kiss.
“I know right now you hate me, and I get that. I hate myself. I should have told you but I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He pressed his head against hers. “I’ve missed you, Aria, and right now, shit is about to go down at the club, and I don’t know … it’s bad, and I just had to come and see you.”
“What do you mean?” Aria asked.
Grant pulled away and smiled at her. “It’s nothing.”
“No, you can’t say stuff like that and then … where’s Wanda?” Aria asked.
“In the car.”
Bruno and Ernie had come to sit near them, clearly waiting for their other family member.
“Damn it, it’s cold outside. You can’t leave her out there. She’ll freeze.” Aria opened the door and Grant went to his truck.
