Indy fed off the distraction of working at the bar. Another waitress quit, so Indy picked up extra shifts. She also got two new real estate clients via referral.
Griffin being the referral.
He probably felt sorry for her because she worked in a bar wearing a skimpy outfit. He was the type of guy who would think a service job was beneath him.
But his kisses hadn’t felt like pity. That had been attraction. l**t.
She needed to find him a house. Once Griffin found a house, it wouldn’t matter what happened between them. By the time Griffin figured out what he wanted, Quinn and Ryan’s wedding would be over and her commission safely tucked away. Awkward social meetings would be rare.
What am I doing? Am I trying to talk myself into sleeping with Griffin?
She snorted. The thought was ridicul
