Chapter Fifteen
The succulent butterand garlic-infused dish melted in Indigo’s mouth.She moaned with ecstasy.The shrimp were cooked perfectly.The flavorful cream sauce, tossed expertly with the linguine, was divine.Another mark on the pro side of her mental Griffin ledger.The man could cook.
“This is so good—what?Do I have sauce on my chin?”She picked up her napkin and dabbed her face.
Griffin shook his head.“No, uh, do you want more bread?”He held up a basket, Indy’s only contribution to the meal besides the choice of wine.And,oh my,it was tasty.Red wine was her preference, but Griffin had been right.The Sauvignon Blanc paired perfectly with the pasta.
“No, thanks.I’m full.Dinner was delicious.Where did you learn to cook?”
“My grandmother.She raised me after my parents died in a car wreck.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.I lost both of my parents when I was young too.”
“Yeah, I read that in your file.”
She’d forgotten that he’d background-checked her.
“No siblings?”
“No.”
He scooted back in his chair and picked up his empty plate.Indy took it from his hands.
“You cooked.I’ll clean up.”
Griffin lifted his wineglass and took a sip before heading to the couch.“I won’t argue.”
Indy made quick work of rinsing the plates and loading them into the dishwasher.She found a detergent pod and started the cleaning cycle before carrying her glass to the sofa and joining Griffin.His gaze was glued to the television.
“When is it projected to hit?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.”
“When do you think a rescue crew will come for us?”
Griffin shook his head.“I don’t know.”
“Didn’t you call Van Houten earlier?”
“No.”
“Oh.I saw you talking on the phone, so I assumed.”
He looked away.“I called a buddy back home.I wanted someone to know where I was in case ...”