Well, that doesn’t sound like good news. Not that I’m surprised. Bracing myself, I force the next question out of my mouth. “What’s the damage?”
“My guy told me he can get it back up and running, but that if it was someone he cared about driving the thing, he’d never sleep at night.” Griffin’s lips twist into a displeased grimace. “I know you love that car, but it belongs in a junkyard.”
It does, but I can’t afford to replace it, so I ignore his last statement altogether. “How much will it cost to get it running?”
“Sunshine, it’s not safe.”
I wave a hand in front of the phone. “It’s fine. I’ve driven the thing for years. I know how to handle his temperamental bullshit. Now, just tell me how much I need to pay him.”
Griffin shakes his head, grumbling something about stubborn Graveses and spankings. The latter part has my libido waking up and stretching like a sleepy jungle cat.
“I didn’t get a final figure from him. I’ll find out.” He doesn’t make direct eye contact with me.
“Don’t forget, I want to pay for it, okay? You’ve done enough for me.”
My accidental husband rolls his eyes and grumbles something else before saying, “I’ll have your car brought to the parking garage as soon as it’s ready. Ed will have the keys behind the security desk for you, okay? In the meantime, just keep driving my car.”
My eyes track Griffin’s hand as he starts to unbutton his dress shirt. Distracted, I say, “Kay. Don’t worry, I’m taking great care of Gertie.”
Griffin’s long fingers still, his eyes twinkling as one eyebrow lifts. “Gertie?”
Cheeks heating, I try to act like it’s no big deal that I named his car, even though it’s kind of embarrassing. “Gertie the G-Wagon. It has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? Besides, the poor thing has been nameless for so long.”
Rich, honeyed laughter spills from Griffin’s lips, and god, do I love that sound. His head tips back and his chest shakes, but he never takes his eyes off me. “Oh, sunshine. You’re too fucking cute for words. You know that, right?”
Blushing furiously, I purse my lips as he continues.
“But the G-Wagon already has a name.”
That has me peeking up at him. “It does?”
“Mm-hmm.” The corners of his lips twitch as he fights a smile that does funny things to my tummy. “I call her the G-Spot.”
Silence stretches between us as I blink, owlishly, at the ridiculous name. He can’t be serious, right? Nobody names their car the G-Spot. That’s… That’s absolutely something Griffin would do to make his friends laugh. “You’re joking, right?”
His smile blooms into something so bright, I blink a few times more. “Nope. Totally serious. I can always find the G-Spot.”
I groan, trying not to giggle, because that is so lame, but it’s also the tiniest bit funny. “You’re the worst.”
“You love me,” he says. The words are nonchalant as they spill from his full lips, and I know he doesn’t mean anything by them, but I can’t help noticing the flutter they elicit in my belly and the way they ping around like a pinball in my brain.
I do not love Griffin Wright. I don’t. But I sort of do. Because after all these months of living together, and the way he’s been pursuing me since we got married, Griffin has become my best friend.
The smile slips off my face as the reality of our situation hits me square in the tit.
If things get messy because of this marriage—well, messier than they already are—I could lose my best friend. The person who makes me laugh, who supports my dreams and cheers me on, the person who justgetsme.
I don’t want to lose Griffin.
“Sunshine?” Griffin’s concern bleeds through in his tone, which has become soft and careful. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
Do I tell him? Pretend that everything is fine? These are uncharted waters, and I’m worried we’ll drown.
“You’re my best friend,” I blurt out, dropping my chin and letting my hair fall like a curtain around the sides of my face. I don’t know why it feels so vulnerable to admit that to him, but it does, and that makes me want to hide.
“Mira.” Griffin’s voice is soft and my name catches in his throat. “Baby, you’re my best friend too.”
I look up at him through the fringe of my lashes. “I thought my brother is your best friend.”
