Chapter 6
Griff hated suits. Not that he had too much experience in one beyond his dress blues. The one the clerk at the rental place had pushed on him felt overly fancy. Then again, the only one he’d ever owned had come from a mail-order catalog, so he didn’t exactly have a well-informed perspective on the matter.
But the moment Sam caught sight of him, he took back every negative thought about it. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes went dark. She mimed fanning herself as he approached.
“Damn.” Her gaze took him in from head to toe. “Just damn.”
“You’re looking pretty bombshell yourself.”
Her long, glossy brown hair had been done up in some intricate half-up, half-down style that showed off shiny chandelier earrings. The makeup made her eyes deep, liquid pools he wanted to fall int
