“Nope. He wanted the insurance information for the policy on the house.” I can’t keep the smile off my face as I look up at her. “That was one of the policies I canceled when I left. He would've known if he had bothered to read the note I left him.”
Sophie sips her drink, a smirk forming around her straw. “I’ve never been convinced that man could read.”
I burst out laughing as the waiter comes back to take our food order. After we request way too many tacos, the server disappears with our order.
Sophie leans back in her seat, humming along with the song that plays. “Alright, so, Griffin Blake. The big-shot lawyer and CEO. Is he good in bed or just counting on his job title and bank balance to do all the heavy lifting?”
I sputter, nearly spitting out the margarita I just sipped. I swall
