Griffin sat at O’Leary’s waiting for Ryan, nursing his beer. Irritation crawled over him because Indy hadn’t called. He never waited for a woman, yet he waited for her. That fueled the irritation more than the lack of communication.
A slap on the shoulder told him Ryan had arrived.
He looked at his friend. “How was the girly party?”
“I couldn’t wait to escape. After spending hours looking at paint chips and samples to keep the party a surprise, the roomful of women cooing over towels made my brain hurt.”
“You asked for it.” He took a long pull on his beer.
“No, I asked for Quinn. I got stuck with the rest.” He walked around the bar and opened a beer for himself. “I’m glad you called. I needed to get out of there. They’ve included Moira in whatever girl gossip they’ve got going on whil
