Page 60 of No Going Back
“Hey.” He held her close, filling his hands with her ample backside as he ran his nose up the side of hers. “How was your day?”
“Busy.” She leaned back, meeting his gaze, relaxing a little more at the warmth in his blue eyes. “How was yours?”
“Long.” Griffin stepped back, lacing his fingers with hers as he pulled her across the yard. “And fucking frustrating.”
She lifted her brows. “That’s not good.”
She’d driven home filled with dread. Worried Janie was right and she really was turning a blind eye to problems she should be focused on.
Again.
But Griffin was ready to talk about his day right out of the gate, and it eased her worry and shoved away the sick feeling she’d been fighting. “Tell me all about it.” She was ready to soak up every little tidbit he offered. To let Griffin fill in all the empty spots Janie liked to point out.
He led her up the stairs of his house, taking her in through the front door. “The main issue is that I ended up having company all day long.” He pulled her inside, down the width of the main hall, and into the smaller one leading to his bedroom.
Her heart sank a little. Was Janie actually going to be right? Was she really blinded by good dick?
Dianna slowed her steps, putting up a little resistance. “I thought you were working in the bathroom?” She motioned in the direction of the front stairs. “We can go look at it.”
She knew exactly what would happen if they walked into Griffin’s bedroom. It was the same thing that would happen if they walked into her kitchen. Or her living room. Or hell, the back room of her bakery.
“I didn’t get shit done in the bathroom today.” Griffin grabbed the knob and twisted it open, shoving the door to his bedroom wide. “Because of this.”
Dianna peeked around the frame, attempting to keep her distance from the danger lurking on the other side.
The room looked exactly the same as it did when she left it this morning. Neat and tidy, but also a jumble of tools and building materials. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Griffin pointed at his bed. “You don’t see that?”
She’d actually been avoiding looking at the bed. The bed made her think of problematic things. Things like being on her knees in front of Griffin, sucking his cock while she got herself off.
“No?” Dianna scanned the blankets she’d slept under the night before, eyes skimming the line of pillows fluffed against the headboard. One of them did seem a little furrier than she remembered.
Dianna stepped into the doorway to get a better look. “Is that Snickerdoodle?”
The fat squirrel was curled into a tight ball right in the center of one white pillowcase, sound asleep.
“He won’t fucking leave.” Griffin pointed toward the back yard. “I stood out there with peanuts and carrots and apples and anything else I thought might get the little pecker to climb out the window.” He gestured at the bed. “The bastard just curled up and went to sleep.”
It wasn’t funny.
It was NOT funny.
Dianna choked a little as the laugh she tried to swallow got caught in her throat.
“What am I supposed to do with a squirrel, Di?” Griffin widened his eyes at her. “He can’t just stay here. He’s not a house pet.”
Dianna pressed her lips together, giving him the most serious look she could manage. “Are you familiar with TikTok?”
TWENTY-TWO
GRIFFIN
DIANNA CUDDLED on the porch swing, tucking the blanket draped across their laps a little tighter against the chill of the morning. “I’m really going to miss this when it’s too cold to sit out here.”
He used the arm he had draped around Dianna’s shoulders to tuck her body tighter to his, doing his best to give her all the warmth he had to offer as she took another bite of the French toast she’d coached him through making. “If we upgrade to an electric blanket we might be able to stretch it out a few more weeks.”
They’d spent every morning for the past two weeks rocking in her swing while they ate breakfast and talked. It had quickly become one of his favorite parts of the day, coming in right behind how they spent their nights.
