That pacified me. “No, probably not,” I said after a moment. “I needed to see for myself that he was an asshole.” I huffed as an image of the woman on Reid’s lap came to mind.

Griffin moved in close and rested a hand on my thigh. “I really am sorry. If you need me to help you feel better, just ask. I’m your man.” He winked, his thumb caressing.

I knew he was flirting, and that knowledge filled me with happiness. “Thanks Griffin.” I ...