CHAPTER 11
“You covered our asses beautifully back there.”
Dinner had been an utterly surreal affair. Understanding Griff’s reluctance to get into any of the details of their relationship, Sam had slid right into the role of his wife without blinking. Maybe it should’ve alarmed her how easy it was to spin the lie, blending fact with fiction and a healthy dose of the dreams she’d long ago relegated to mental mothballs. The dreams she still wanted.
As they strode back across the town green, headed toward the fountain, she leaned into his side, appreciating the warm circle of his arm around her. “Does that bother you?”
“No. It was like this glimpse into the life we should have had. Would have had, if not for me.”
The guilt dripping in his tone pinched at her heart. There’d been many time
