“I don’t want her in the middle of a hurricane.If needed, we can have a chopper there to get her out safely.”
“I told her as much, but you know Indigo.She’ll want to finish her mission, come hell or high water.”
“It might come to that.”
Chapter Eight
Griffin was too wiredto sleep.He did not need the distraction of Indigo Adair, but he couldn’t seem to stay away from her either.She was one end of a magnet and he the other, pulled together by an inevitable and unstoppable electrical force.
He had a job to do, and then there was the storm.He wasn’t one to portend trouble, but he felt an impending sense of doom.
“Griffin.”
He turned to see Van Houten striding toward him.The ever-present bodyguards weren’t around.Neither was Jinger.
“Hey, Benny.”He hated calling him that, but the man insisted.
Van Houten clapped him on the shoulder.“Tell me about the lovely Ms.Adair.Are you two an item?”
“I just met her a few hours ago.”
“Good.Good.”
It was?Why?
“Tell me what you know about her.”
“I ran a background check, and she came up clean.She works at an upscale salon in Boston.”
“Not married?”
“No.”
He did not like the gleam in Van Houten’s eye.
“What’s your take on her wanting to work with Jinger?”