““Nope.” I inserted the key into the lock and pushed open the door of the townhouse.
Griffin followed me inside, contemplative. “Are you sure?”
“There’s nothing to say,” I said, shrugging out of my coat. “It went pretty much as I expected.”
“I’m really sorry,” Griffin said. “I had no idea she knew Angelina. She never mentioned it.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said wearily, removing the clip from the back of my hair and letting the long tresses fall down my back. I rubbed the sore spot where the barrette had been digging in for the past three hours.
Griffin pushed my hand away and replaced my fingers with his, rubbing. I groaned appreciatively. “That feels good.”
“Sit down on the floor in front of the couch,” Griffin ordered. “I think you’ve earned a shoulder rub tonight, and I think we need to talk.”
I stiffened involuntarily.
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