After a completely painless and delicious meal, Griffin stood and picked up Indy’s plate.
“I can take care of my own plate.”
“I have dish duty.”
“I’ll help.”
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Give your swollen ankles a rest. I’ve got it.”
Eileen followed him into the kitchen and returned with a pot of coffee and a plate of cookies. Indy straightened in her seat and forced a smile. “Is this where you grill me and ask what my intentions are?”
Eileen laughed a delicate, ladylike, graceful laugh. “No, I won’t be doing any grilling.”
Indy relaxed a hair and helped herself to a cookie.
“Griffin is special, but I think you already know that.”
“I do. Can I ask a question?”
Eileen nodded.
“Why did he bring me here?”
“Because you’re important to him. He loves you, and he wanted you t
