Chapter 9
Ryan pulled up short on his way to Quinn’s table. Griffin faced his direction, legs stretched out, a beer in his right hand, and Quinn nestled against his left side, with her head on his chest. He finished his journey to the table with his jaw clenched, but then he saw Quinn wasn’t nuzzling Griffin. She was sleeping on him.
“What the hell did you do to her?”
“She got herself drunk on Blue Smoke. Someone should’ve warned her.” He took a drink of his beer. “I ordered food. She talked for a few minutes. The next thing I know, she scooted closer and put her head down.” He shrugged, at least as much as he could with only one free shoulder.
Kate came around the other side of the table from behind Griffin. She looked at Ryan. “Where’s Indy? I’ve looked all over.”
“She left. She was
