Page 34 of Indigo Ridge (The Edens 1)

“Want to tell me what’s going on there?”

“Nope.”

“I thought lunch was a little awkward.”

“Awkward is an understatement.”

He laughed. “Then I’ll assume I don’t want to know.”

“You really don’t.”

“Well, just be careful. Griffin is a good man, but he’s been known to break a few hearts.”

“No need to worry about mine. I have no interest in Griffin Eden.”

That wasn’t entirely true.

One night with Griffin and he’d become a constant on my mind. Maybe if I stopped kissing him, it would help. But he was too good-looking for his own good—certainly for mine—and my God, could he kiss.

The chemistry was off the charts. The man was magnetic. Never in my life had my body responded so strongly to a man’s touch, not even Skyler’s.

Replaying our night together had become an escape. When everything else in my head became too loud, I’d think of his kiss. Of his hands and his tongue, roaming across my skin.

It was alarming to think so much about one man. But since I had no plans of seeing him anytime soon, what was the harm of a few errant thoughts when I was alone in bed?

Pops and I finished our walk, mostly in silence. The streets of Quincy held a peace unrivaled. I hugged my grandpa good night to drive home, hoping to unpack at least one box before bed.

Except the minute my gray house and red door came into view, I spotted a familiar truck.

Two trucks, actually.

One was coated in dust. The other was gleaming black and freshly waxed.

“Damn it.” I really didn’t have time for this. He was going to ruin my night, wasn’t he?

I parked in the driveway, climbed out and slammed the door.

Two handsome faces waited for me on the front porch. One stood, arms crossed, legs in faded jeans planted wide. The other was in a suit. He hadn’t even loosened his tie.

They exchanged a wary glance, then focused on me as I stopped on the bottom stair and crossed my arms over my chest.

“What are you doing here?”

Chapter Six

Griffin

Was she talking to me?

Those deep blue eyes narrowed, though not in my direction.

The suit stood taller. “Hey.”

“Answer my question, Skyler.” Winn marched up the porch steps, arms still crossed. “What are you doing here?”

“I tried calling you.”

“Me not answering should have been the first clue I didn’t want to talk to you.”