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Sure, he hadn't looked thrilled, and yes, it's not like he'd pulled her closer. Sothatwas good.

But now I was questioning everything. When she'd latched onto him, was he truly repulsed? Or just playing it cool because I was there?

I swallowed hard as I recalled that yesterday, he'd been in such a hurry to leave after the workday was done.No chatting. No laughing. And certainly no kissing.

Had he been saving his kisses for her?

And just like that, an unwanted image slithered across my brain. In my mind's eye, I saw Griff and Sierra getting busy at some cute little cottage while Devon did God-knows-what.

But those thoughts were crazy.

Right?

Just because Griff had slept somewhere else, that didn't mean he'd slept with Sierra. The island was full of hotels. And this place – his apartment – it was a stinking nightmare, literally.

Maybe he'd been driven out by the stench?

The theory wasn'tthatfar-fetched. Even if he was short on cash, he must have at least one credit card, right? Maybethat'swhat he'd used.

Somewhere outside, they were still talking. "Oh, come on," Ryder was saying. "Lemme go up. I just wanna say hi."

"Fuck."

Ryder paused. "So it's really a problem?"

Griff hesitated for way too long, making me wonder if there was more to this story.He wasn't ashamed of me, was he?

I mean, I wasn't flashy like Sierra, or a knockout like Tessa, but I was hardly chopped liver – well, if Franny was to be believed.

Finally, Griff said, "Fine. If you wanna meet her, go ahead." He sounded disgruntled, like it was far too soon for me to start meeting his friends.

It made me feel funny, like I wasn't quite ready for prime time.

But then, I rolled my eyes.Seriously, Maisie, get a grip, will ya?

I never had the chance – because his next wordsreallysent me reeling. "But I swear to God, if you sayanythingabout me not coming home last night, I'm gonna toss you off the balcony." His voice dropped. "And I mean head-first."

What?I staggered back as the threat – along with everything it implied – hit hard and fast. Not only had Griff been gone last night, he was deliberately keeping it from me.

This meant…what exactly?

Or maybe I knew what it meant. And I just didn't want to believe it.

53

And This Is Why We Don't Do Tours

Griff

When I opened the door, Maisie was sitting on the lone folding chair like she'd been assigned the worst seat at a bad dinner party. Her arms were crossed. Her posture was stiff. Her mouth was tight and thin.

She didnotlook happy.

In all fairness, I wasn't too happy myself. This was a shitty time for introductions, and an even shittier place.But hey, I'd dealt with worse.

I faked a grin and hoped for the best as I stepped into the apartment with Ryder on my heels. "Hey."

Her reply was almost too quiet to hear. "Hey."