When the early morning sun squeezed through the gangway to peek into the bedroom window, Griffin eased away from Indy. She needed sleep, but he had furniture to move. After a quick cup of coffee, he saw movement next door. He left Indy’s apartment door open and propped the exterior door by bunching up the hall carpet.
He rang what he hoped was Eddie’s bell. Eddie answered the door in boxers and a white tank top.
“Hey,” Eddie said, scratching his stomach.
“Would you be interested in a white leather couch?”
“What?”
“Indy needs to get rid of her living room furniture. It’s yours if you help me move it now.”
Eddie’s dark brows rose. “She’s getting rid of that sweet setup?”
Bingo. Griffin nodded. “But it needs to go right now.”
Eddie opened his arms. “Let’s go.”
Griffin looked down at
