Page 65 of On The Rocks

Because there was no way that it could keep going at this level.

Griffin would be busy enough with the summer concerts, but summer was still months away.

I tipped back my head. “It was...”

“Go on...”

I came around the bar and sat next to her, pitching my voice low. “Look, I’m not going to give you a play by play here.”

“Rude.”

As I laughed, some of the tension in my shoulders eased. “It was transformative.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “What the hell does that mean?”

“I haven’t been with someone like him. We’ll just say he’s generous.”

She flopped against the bar, burying her head in her arms. “God, that’s so unfair.”

“You asked.”

“I know,” she mumbled. She sat back up. “How generous? Like a number.”

“You want me to score him?”

“Well, I wasn’t thinking of a score, but now that you mention it...”

“Absolutely not.”

She snickered. “Okay, then give me a number.”

“What number?”

“He seems a multiples guy. And you did say generous.” Her eyebrows pitched higher as she lowered her voice to a whisper.

“Oh.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you blush.”

“I do not blush.”

She pulled out her phone and held it up, and I heard the click.

I made a grab for it, but she just laughed and hopped off her stool. She checked her screen, then she turned it around. “Definitely a healthy pink going on.”

“Delete that.”

“No way. I just have proof that a man can shake you up. You’re human!”

“For that, you’re not getting any more details.”

Crestfallen, she pouted. “Oh, come on!”

“Nope.” I took my coffee and the wrapped bagel from the bag and slid off my stool. “You can go wrap silverware like a good girl.”

“You suck.”

“We didn’t get to that part.”

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