He chuckled softly, as ifIwere the one making things weird. "Don't worry. Sierra's totally on board."
Yeah, right."Oh, isshegonna be there, too?"
He gave a vigorous nod. "Sure. It was her idea."
I blinked. "Wait, what?" Something in my stomach twisted.Was this a party of three?Back when I'd been dating Devon, he'd confessed that a threesome was high on his list of fantasies. I hadn't been interested then, and I was evenlessinterested now.
Sure enough, he said, "Yeah, she sent me over to ask."
Fantasy or not, I wasn't quite sure I believed him. From the little I knew of Sierra, she didn't seem the type to share, especially with me of all people.
I was about to deliver one heck of a rude comeback when the door gave a cheery little jingle that should've clanged like a harbinger of doom.
And why?
It was because the guy who'd triggered the jingle was – yup, you guessed it – Griff.
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Wardrobe Malfunction Incoming
Griff
The bell jingled overhead as I stepped inside with zero expectations of finding anything unusual.
And then I saw him.
Devon.
He was standing at the counter, leaning in toward Maisie with that same smug look I recalled all too well. He was so focused on her, he didn't even glance my way as I moved toward him with the mail in one hand and a fist forming in the other.
ButMaisielooked.
When our eyes met, she gave a little wince and a smallish wave. She looked harried and hassled, like she'd been dodging trouble all alone.
I felt my jaw clench.Not anymore.
I continued forward, calm on the outside, but coiled tight underneath. When I reached him, I said, "Look who's back."
Devon startled like a kid caught shoplifting. He whipped around so fast, it was a wonder he didn't fall. After a beat or two, he summoned up a smile so weak it barely passed. "Oh...hey."
I gave him a long, steady look, taking in his slick haircut, the designer duds, and the thin sheen of sweat forming on his upper lip.What a douche.
I didn't smile back. "Hey what?"
"I, uh...didn't realize you'd be back so soon."
So soon?
Huh.
So he'd been watching the door. Had he been counting the minutes, too?I tried to think. I'd been gone for how long?Maybe ten minutes?
Had Devon been here the whole time?
And what exactly had he been doing?
Judging from Maisie's expression, it couldn't be good.
