f**k. Of all nights for him to show up here, why tonight? Indy rubbed the bulge under her shirt, hoping the movement would have a calming effect.
Colin met her halfway down the bar. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I’m fine. Griffin’s here.”
“Hmm-mmm.” He crossed his arms. “Need a break?”
“I said I’m fine.” She gripped the rag in her hand.
“Were you expecting him?”
“Why would I? We haven’t spoken in months.” She pushed past him to continue wiping the counter.
“You guys were pretty hot and heavy.”
She paused midswipe and wondered what Griffin had said to Colin. “What would you know? We had a casual fling and we went our separate ways.”
A new crowd came up to the bar and a waitress needed an order filled, relieving Indy of any more of Colin’s questions. She wasn’t
