Page 73 of No Limos Allowed


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Maisie

I was still holding onto him. Or maybe he was still holding ontome. Either way, the reasons for all of this holding had just walked out the door, leaving me and Griff on our own.

The store had gone oddly quiet. It was the kind of quiet that made you hear your own heartbeat and second-guess everything that had just happened.

But yup, we'd just gone full fake-couple in broad daylight.

And I still wasn't letting go. The sorry truth was, I didn'twantto.

Just like Beverly.

Damn it.With an effort, I slowly pulled away.

My arms dropped first. Then I took an awkward step back, putting Griff firmly out of reach before I did something stupid – like dry-hump his leg.

I cleared my throat. "So…that was…"

Griff grinned. "The best fun I had all day."

A nervous laugh escaped my lips. He didn't mean it. I knew this. But I was thankful just the same. If Griff hadn't stepped in, I might've ended up crying. Or murdering. The jury was still out onthatscore.

But instead, I was smiling. And skeptical or not, I couldn't resist teasing him. "Allday?"

He was still grinning. "Yup."

The guy had one heck of a poker face, but I wasn't buying it. Sure, he'd rolled with the whole fake-boyfriend thing, but therehad been moments during that ugly encounter when Griff had looked more angry than amused.

So it couldn't have beenthatmuch fun.

With a grateful smile, I said, "I don't believethatfor one minute."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Why not?"

The answer was complicated – something about Tessa and cookies and how terrific Griff's arm had felt around my waist. But there was no way I'd be saying any of that, so I tried for a joke. "Because it can't be more fun than…" Desperately, I tried to think. "The raisins?"

His expression froze. "What raisins?"

My hands flew to my face. "Oh, gosh. You didn't even know?"

"Know what?"

I dropped my hands and blew out a long, shaky breath that had nothing to do with baked goods. "That white pastry box? It's chock full of raisins…you know, from your friend Ryder."

Griff looked toward the back room. "The raisin-gram."

"Sorry, what?"

He looked back to me. "Ryder mentioned it last night." With a low chuckle, he shook his head. "I should've known it was the pastry box."

This was probably true, considering that I'd pretty much told him so earlier this morning – except I'd been in full mumble mode, so of course he'd missed it.

But hey, it wasn'tallbad. I'd rather talk about pastries than what had just happened with Devon and Sierra. "Want to hear something funny?"

He looked intrigued. "Sure."

"We called it the raisin-bomb."

"A bomb, huh?" He paused, looking half amused, half disgusted. "Yours is probably more accurate."