For the next few weeks, the house became a hive of activity. Party planners and caterers moved through, finalizing everything for the launch. They all traveled with Kendra, so Indy kept her presence minimal.
Griffin pressured her to interview chefs but made no mention of marriage. She’d read through the applications to appease him, but no one jumped out at her. It would help if he’d told her what he wanted.
They slept together every night. They’d lie together in the dark and discuss their days. She’d never felt as safe and secure and whole as she did in his arms in the middle of the night. That knowledge made her days with Kendra livable.
Three days before the party, Griffin came home carrying a garment bag and thrust it at her. “Here.”
“What’s this?”
“The reception is formal and you
