"He's definitely dependable," Riley said, and Grant could hear the edge in her voice.
Tessa finally removed her hand from Grant's arm, but her smile stayed predatory. "Well, I should let you all get back to your evening. Grant, I'll text you about that tree."
"Sure," Grant managed.
Tessa walked away, heading toward the bar, and the table was silent for a beat.
Then Riley set down her drink with more force than necessary.
"I need another round," she announced. "Anyone else?"
"I'm good," Hannah said, eyes bright with barely suppressed amusement.
"Me too," Emily added.
Riley stood, smoothing her sweater. "Grant? Walk with me?"
It wasn't really a question.
Grant followed her to the bar, where Riley flagged down Mike for another drink. She was vibrating with barely contained energy.
"You okay?" Grant asked, trying not to smile.
"Fine. Why wouldn't I be fine?"
"You seem a little?—"
"A little what?"
"Tense."
Riley's eyes flashed. "Tessa Martin just put her hands all over you."
"I noticed."
"And you just let her."
"What was I supposed to do? Shove her away?"
"Maybe!" Riley's voice rose slightly, then she caught herself, lowering it. "She was all over you. 'Oh Grant, you're so helpful. Let me touch your arm. Let me come to your farm.'"
Grant's smile broke through. "Are you jealous?"
"No."
"Riley."
"Maybe a little."
"A little?"
"Fine. A lot. Happy?" Riley grabbed her fresh drink from Mike. "She was being inappropriate."
"She was," Grant agreed. "But you know what?"
"What?"
"I didn't care about anything she was saying. Because I was too busy thinking about you."
