Griffin thought of Indy. For the last few days she’d been distant. No matter how he’d tried to pull the problem from her, she glossed over it. She claimed fatigue. Although she appeared genuinely tired, something else that he couldn’t quite read stirred.
She hadn’t mentioned marriage or his proposal, so he hadn’t either, but she wore his ring. He wanted to make it real and permanent. Looking at her, he knew they could build a life and have a family like the O’Learys.
He moved among the catering staff and around ice sculptures. His home didn’t feel much like his tonight. After dressing in his tuxedo, he looked for Indy. The thought of her in the dress he bought gave him an instant hard-on. Mostly he pictured the flimsy material pooled at her feet.
When he found her sitting at her desk in
