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  When Grif got up for water and came back to the bed, Kate was exactly as he’d left her—sprawled out on her belly, face smashed into the pillow, dead to the world.

  Bare-ass naked.

  Several things warred for space in his head. Male pride over putting her into a sexual coma and the very caveman-like urge to climb back on the bed, yank her up to her hands and knees, and take her again, from behind this time.

  And then there was the most confusing of all. The desire to simply pull her in close and never let her go. He settled for covering her with a blanket so she didn’t get cold before pulling on his clothes. He went to turn off the lamp by her bed but was sidetracked by the letter lying there.

  It had been folded and unfolded so many times that it was tearing along the two creases. As he reached for the lamp switch, the words Scholarship and Teacher of the Year caught his attention.

  She’d been accepted into what looked like a prestigious science program out of the University of California at San Diego. There were notes in the margins on housing info, class schedules, etc. And someone had drawn an umbrella on the beach.

  “Hey,” Kate said sleepily. Sitting up, she brought the sheet with her, tucking it beneath her armpits.

  He smiled at the modesty. “Seriously?”

  She blushed. “Maybe I’m not always comfortable being naked.” Then she held out her hand for the letter.

  He didn’t hand it over. “You should be comfortable naked; you’re amazing.”

  She bit her lower lip and blushed some more. Then she took the letter from him and carefully folded it up, slipping it under her pillow.

  His brows went up.

  She hugged herself.

  Using her own tactic against her, he waited her out, and finally she blew out a breath. “It’s a master’s program.”

  “It’s more than that,” he said. “It’s a full-ride scholarship to a special master’s program combining science and education.”

  “Yeah.” She stroked the top of her pillow, and his heart did that squeeze thing that tended to happen around her. “It’s like a dream summer camp,” she said. “But it’s for a year, studying under scientists I’ve admired for a long time. I’d get to do things like watch frogs having sex and study the mating habits of fruit flies.”

  He stared at her. “And that interests you.”

  She laughed, that sweet, soft, musical laugh that always touched him, even when it was at his expense. “Very much.”

  “So why aren’t you going?” he asked.

  “Who said I wasn’t?”

  He pointed to her pillow. “Because you’re hiding it like it’s a top-secret mission.”

  Again she stroked her pillow, but this time she said nothing.

  “What’s with the umbrella on the beach?” he tried.

  More nothing.

  “Maybe you think you’re not good enough,” he said.

  Her eyes flashed at that. Good. She knew she was good enough.

  “I really think this might be my year,” she said.

  “Your year? How may years have there been?”

  “It’s the third year,” she admitted.

  “You’ve put this honor off for three years?”

  She lifted a shoulder, looking as defensive as any of her second graders.

  “And the umbrella?” he pressed again.

  “That was my dad. He’s been leaving me little hints, like the umbrella. He says I’ve wasted enough of my life raising him, that it’s my turn to fly.”

  Grif agreed wholeheartedly, but as someone who’d been told what to do for far too much of his life, he knew when not to do the same. “So what’s the real reason you haven’t gone? Don’t you want to?”

  “I do,” she breathed, her entire heart in her eyes. “More than anything. But . . . Ashley’s going through a phase, and she’s sort of falling apart—”

  “Falling apart is the very definition of being a teenage girl.” He knew this firsthand as he’d been there for most of Holly’s formidable—and terrifying—teenage years. “And she’s your dad’s problem. You’re her sister not her mother.”

  “And Tommy—”

  “Is a great kid,” he finished. “He’s just different. But he doesn’t give a shit about that, so you shouldn’t either.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Then what?” he pushed.

  “Well, it’s a lot for my dad—”

  “Bullshit,” he said. “Again, you’re Tommy’s sister, and you’re not your dad’s wife. And you said yourself he wants you to go. Kate, you’ve taken care of them a long time, and you’ve done a great job. But from what I can see, they’re getting on just fine.”

  “Because I make sure of it.”

  “So trust yourself; you’ve set them up to be just fine in your absence.”

  She stared up at him, eyes unfathomable. “You really think I should go.”

  “Hell yeah. Do you like San Diego?”

  “Love it,” she said, then gave him an embarrassed laugh. “In pictures anyway. The truth is that I’ve never been. It’s a dream of mine though, to be on the beach. I want to see the sun set on the water.”

  He smiled. “You want some more fun.”

  She smiled back and sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. “Not that this, tonight, wasn’t a whole bunch of fun. But . . .”

  “It doesn’t compare to a Pacific coast sunset.”

  “Actually,” she murmured. “It was pretty darn close.”

  “Pretty darn close?” He’d just put on his clothes, but he made a show of kicking off his shoes, which made her laugh.

  “That wasn’t a challenge or anything,” she said, but her breath caught when he put a knee on the bed.

  “Pretty darn close?” he repeated softly.

  “Well . . .” She lifted one creamy shoulder and let the sheet slip a little bit. “Maybe I’m not remembering clearly.”

  “Let me help you remember.” He fisted the sheet and pulled, wrenching a laugh-filled gasp from her. Then he wrapped his fingers around her ankles.

  And tugged.

  She gasped again as he came down over the top of her, pinning her to the bed beneath him as his hands slid up her body to cup her face. “You’ll remember this time,” he said.

  And then he set out to prove it.

  * * *

  Grif left Kate’s bed before dawn. It took a shocking amount of discipline, but staying wrapped up in Kate’s soft, warm body seemed more dangerous to his well-being than heading back to the ranch and working his ass off.

  Which he’d been doing every day. He’d found that though Reid Ranching ran smoothly in general, there was a definite disconnect between Holly in the office and his father’s crews in the fields. This was mostly because their ranch manager had left a month ago to move to Colorado and they hadn’t replaced him, instead various ranch hands had stepped up.

  But Donald Reid wasn’t the most patient of men, and he was preoccupied with his hobbies, his girlfriend, and enjoying himself.

  So Griffin had inadvertently stepped into the role. Over the past two days he’d been spending a lot of time going through barn inventory for Holly, who’d been freaking out about quarterly paperwork and taxes.

  By seven thirty he was in her office with the spreadsheets she’d been hounding him for.

  She snatched at the iPad like it was the last donut in an assorted box. Unfortunately, the real box of donuts on her desk was empty except for a few crumbs.

  “You’re a lifesaver,” she said, and shocked him by rounding her desk and giving him a big hug.

  “Does that mean you’ll stop yelling at me via text all day long?”

  She stepped back. “I don’t yell. I direct.”

  “You’re bossy as shit,” he said, and opened her pencil drawer, stealing the candy bar she always had hidden there.

  “Hey! That’s my emergency chocolate!”

  He bit into it. “Should have saved me a donut. Besides, it’s not good for the bab