“No Griff?”
“Not for years. Which you would know, if you’d stayed in touch.”
He nodded. “Guilty.”
She liked that. “See, that’s the difference between you and my ex. Griff never found an uncomfortable moment he couldn’t run from.”
“I reached out to Griff several times. He only wrote back once. A two-word text. ‘Don’t ask.’ ”
“Sounds like Griff.” She managed to hold on to her grin. “Now’s your chance to say how you never thought we were a match made in heaven.”
Which were precisely the words he had spoken to Griff at the bachelor party.
Dillon shook his head. “I’m carrying too many bad moves of my own to comment on anybody else’s errors in judgment.”
She asked, “Are you staying or passing through?” “Nowhere else to go.”
“Truth or Christmas fable?”
“I ran a smallish investment fund. I pointed my investors to a huge new opportunity called Lead Balloon Incorporated. I lost everything. Including my reputation and any chance I had of ever starting over.”
“I’m so sorry, Dillon. You deserved better.” Then the laptop pinged. Instantly Bailey stowed away her patent-perfect smile and aged ten years. She said loud enough for all the station to hear, “Okay, people. Here we go.”
