Her car sat in the driveway, but Indy didn’t answer her phone. Griffin cut the ignition and stepped out into the cold with his peace offering. He’d get Indy to listen to him no matter what, but a bribe of chocolate couldn’t hurt.
He heard the music before he reached the front stairs. Déjà vu. He climbed the steps and saw no sign of her through the front windows. Knowing he wouldn’t get an answer, he knocked. The tip of his nose numbed in the cold before he walked around the house. At the back door he stopped.
On the other side of the glass, Indy bobbed and wiggled, dancing to the beat he could feel outside. The intensity of her concentration fascinated him. She studied sheets of paper spread on the table and across the counter.
He knocked with a fist, and she jumped.
Eyes wide, she tur
