Silence met Griffin when he entered the condo. No music blared from Indy’s office.
He’d become accustomed to the noise while she worked. And he enjoyed startling her over the sound of the music and her intense concentration. He moved silently through the condo, not wanting to disturb her. Only a small lamp lit the office, and the afternoon sun streaked through the windows. The room was different.
He scanned the space. Her work boards were gone. No chaos cluttered the desktop. She couldn’t have found an apartment yet. If she broke their agreement, he wouldn’t have to honor his end any longer. He’d been dying to kiss her for weeks, but he’d promised to back off. He’d been regretting the move ever since.
But she was gone. The familiar burn in his gut had him pacing. Every time he made some
