Griffin paced in his living room. This decision felt right. He had plenty of space and Indy owned little. If she moved in with him, she could quit working at the bar.
And quit singing for men who only wanted to see her n***d.
He hadn’t lived with anyone since college. Sweaty palms reminded him this was a huge step. They hadn’t known each other long. Neither had Quinn and Ryan, and they were happy. Married, but happy.
He enjoyed spending time with Indy. They were comfortable. More time together would give them a chance to figure things out. They’d enter this new territory together.
One-thirty and she still hadn’t arrived. He called her cell, but it went to voice mail. She must’ve gotten hung up at work.
After another twenty minutes of pacing, he called the bar.
“End Zone, Nick speakin
