I shoot him a quick look that screamsshut the hell up, you idiot!He just smirks.
“Old Elvis or young Elvis?” Logan asks. What is it with these guys and that question?
“Young,” Griffin says with a grin. “Obviously.” He looks between Logan and Sebastian. “How was your night?”
Logan chuckles. “Mine was better than Navarro’s. He didn’t feel like company, so I entertained both ladies.”
Ew.Entertained means he banged them both. Honestly, who does that? Sure, Logan is good looking, but what self-respecting woman goes along with a threesome just because the guy is hot?
What self-respecting woman drunkenly marries their roommate because they’re hot?my inner bitch taunts.
Touché, self. Touché.
Griffin shakes his head but mostly ignores what Logan said. Instead, he turns to Sebastian with a look of brotherly concern that does funny things to my insides. “You okay, man? You’ve been more withdrawn than usual lately.”
“I’m fine,” Bash says. “Just wasn’t in the mood to hook up with some random woman, you know? I know it never gets old for you and Byrne, but it does for me.”
“I get it.” Griffin nods his head in understanding. “I’ve been feeling that way for a while, too.”
That draws the attention of my brother and Isla. While Maddox looks at Griffin with his brow at his hairline, Isla cocks her head to the side and studies Griffin like he’s a specimen under a microscope. Her eyes narrow slightly, then flick my way for half a second.
Crap.
“Really?” My brother stares at Griffin. “When did that happen?”
Griffin lifts one shoulder. “You made me promise not to bring random chicks home while your sister lives with me, and I’ve realized I don’t miss it. I’m done with that life.”
Iknewmy brother must have said something to Griffin about that.
The table goes silent until Logan scoffs. “Bullshit. There’s no way you’re done enjoying a beautiful woman’s company.”
“Nah, man, notdonedone. I’m just ready to be a one-woman man.”
Isla’s eyebrows arch, but instead of giving Griffin a hard time the way Logan and Maddox do, she reaches across the table and squeezes his hand. “That’s great, Griffin. I’m sure you’ll find the right woman for you.”
My for-now husband smiles brightly, squeezing her hand back. “I’m sure I will too. Now, tell me how it felt to wake up this morning an engaged woman with a giant rock on your finger?”
Conversation turns to Isla and Maddox, but I remain mostly quiet. Stuck in my head with the words Griffin said, trying to figure a way out of this mess.
“Griffin?”I step inside our apartment with my stomach a mess of nerves. Since the team flies on their own plane, they made it home a solid two hours before Isla and me. It’s almost seven, and I’m exhausted. All I want is to eat a late dinner, take a shower to wash away the travel grime, then go to bed.
“Welcome home, wifey,” Griffin calls from deeper in the apartment. Probably his bedroom. “You hungry?”
I roll my carry-on farther into the place and notice a vase full of fresh roses on the kitchen island, along with a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice and two crystal flutes. What the heck?
“Uh, yeah. I was going to order some pizza or something.”
“No need.” Griffin strolls down the hallway in nothing but a pair of those damnable gray sweatpants guaranteed to make me horny. “Dinner should be delivered in about…” He checks his smart watch just as someone knocks on the door. That has him smiling brightly. “Now.”
Griffin heads for the door, and before I can make my way to my room to drop off my suitcase, he asks me to set some plates and silverware out on the table. I’m starving and grateful that he ordered dinner, so even though I want to complain and make a beeline for my room, I don’t. I set the table while he tips the delivery driver and carries a large paper bag to the island. Thesmells coming out of it are absolutely divine, and my stomach rumbles in anticipation.
“Hungry?” Griffin asks, amusement lacing his tone.
“Starved,” I reply as he takes my plate and fills it with steak, roasted vegetables, and fresh bread. Since he seems to have things under control and I’m exhausted, I sink into my chair and watch him. “You went all out.”
The twitching of his lips shouldn’t be as sexy as it is. “Of course, I did. We’re celebrating.”
“We are, huh? And what are we celebrating? Lying to my brother and our friends?”
