Griffin: Phoebe, fuck.
Two words was all it took to ignite a fire inside me. I wasn’t even sure why I was so on edge. I wasn’t such a sexual person. Then again, no one I’d been with before made me feel like Griffin did. He seemed to know exactly what would drive me crazy. My heart was beating fast just thinking about our time together.
Was he correct? Was I setting myself up for heartbreak? I’d never had a casual relationship, but my life had just unfolded that way.
I wasn’t even completely certain that I understood what it implied. Would we see other people?
Hell no.I swallowed hard. Shit. I wasn’t going to share him.
I couldn’t believe I was already stressing out. I was pretty certain that was the opposite of casual.
Biting my lower lip, I glanced at the phone. I wanted to tell him so many things, but I couldn’t type them out. So I wrote the most important thing of all.
Phoebe: I can’t wait for you to be back.
Griffin: Me too.
I sighed, then decided to chat with Veronica. She was going to lose her shit when I told her I was considering starting something casual with Griffin.
She answered after a few rings. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I’ve got some news.”
“Uhhh, of the sexy variety?”
I laughed. “You could say that.”
“Yesssss!” she squealed. “I’m all ears.”
CHAPTER 19
PHOEBE
My training wasin a small building not far away from the San Diego Superior Court. It was very intense, and the group was small. There were five of us, and our teacher asked us not to check our phones except during breaks. I felt like I was back in school. Then again, the accounting program was so complex that if you didn’t pay attention for a few seconds, you could easily get lost. Since my work was paying for this, I was keeping my fingers crossed for them to hire me full-time.
I realized how addicted I was to my phone when I practically ran toward the back of the room during the first break. Taking it out of my bag, I unlocked the screen as quickly as possible. I had no message notifications, and my stomach sagged with disappointment.
Correction—I wasn’t addicted to my phone but rather to Griffin.
Then I decided to check the messages anyway, and lo and behold, I did have one from him. It was from this morning. I’d missed the notification somehow. He’d sent a picture of a bottle of wine.
Griffin: This is the winner, and a certain gorgeous woman helped me pick it out.
A bout of jealousy, coursed through me.A woman?
Oh, he meant me.
Wow, that was interesting. I was jealous of myself.
Phoebe: Glad I could help.
Griffin: How’s your training?
Phoebe: It’s very intense, and we have a very strict teacher. We’re only allowed to check messages during breaks. I’m going to be super burned out by the end of this.
Griffin: Lucky I’ll be back to take care of you.
I bit the inside of my cheek. I was desperate to know exactly how he planned to do that, but he needed an answer from me first. And I didn’t have it yet.
