Written in Ink Excerpt 4

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(c) 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

“Who?” he asked again, his fists clenching.

“Autumn, of course,” Meghan said with a smile. “Who else would be able to handle you and your bad tempers other than Fall?”

“And you can’t say no,” his mother reminded him. “It’s already taken care of. You’re stuck with her, and you will treat her with respect. Got me, boy?”

Griffin closed his eyes and groaned. Well, fuck. “Autumn? You’re kidding me, right? I thought she worked with Meghan?”

“She does,” Meghan answered. “And she will work with you. And you’ll be happy about it. Because if you mess with her and piss her off, she’ll kick your ass. And then I’ll kick your ass because she’s my friend.”

Griffin wanted to kick the girls out and stomp back to his room. There was no way this would work. Autumn would take one look at his place and run away. There was no way she’d want to stay and work with him. There was also no way he’d be able to deal with her so close to him while he was trying to figure out what the fuck to do with his book.

Maybe that was it. Maybe he’d let her see what she was in for and let her walk away. Because no matter what, Autumn couldn’t be his personal assistant. No one could. He lived alone, worked alone, and breathed alone. It was the way he’d worked so far, and damn it, it was the way he would continue to work.

There wasn’t another option.

Autumn wouldn’t last long, and then she’d be out of his life forever.

And why the hell did that make his stomach hurt? For that reason and more, he knew he had to find a way out of this. Only he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that with the women in his life staring at him the way they were. They wanted Autumn in his life, and the damned woman had said yes. And it looked like Griffin didn’t have a choice at all.

Well, shit.