Chapter 7
Tuesday morning, Griffin received a text from Indy saying she’d meet him at the restaurant. Indy was always late, so he’d offered to pick her up, but she declined.
He arrived at the restaurant a few minutes early and waited for his prospective employee Rob and his wife, Michelle. And Indy. Before he could pull out his phone to check the time, the door opened and Indy stepped through. Her royal blue suit exuded professionalism, but being Indy, she wore a deep-cut silk blouse as a nod to her femininity.
“Hi.” She smiled.
“You’re not late.”
Her smiled broadened and she raised a brow. “No ‘Hi, Indy. How’s your day?’”
He returned her smile and mocked, “Hi, Indy. How’s your day?”
“It doesn’t count if I have to prompt you. And I’m not always late.”
He stepped closer and kissed h
