Page 38 of Midnight Whispers
Riley chuckled. “You’re funny, too. The full package.”
“Spread it around to all the cute college boys, will ya? Maybe I’ll get laid in this damn century.” Of course, Griffin had to make the moment weird.
“I’m not your pimp, Griffin.”
“You could set me up, though.”
“With someone I haven’t met yet.” No pressure or anything. Riley rolled his eyes and went to Cass again. Cass put an arm around him.
Riley turned to Griffin. “I want to talk to Dad about it first.”
“About setting me up with a college boy?”
Riley sighed. “About your bakery idea.”
“What do you want to talk to me about?” His dad said as he entered the room.
Riley jumped and pulled away. Cass tried to pull him back, but Riley slipped out of his grip. Riley gave him a look. They needed to talk about Cass holding onto him against his will. Well, not against it. He loved it when Cass reeled him back in, but doing it in front of his father was inappropriate. Especially considering they were supposed to keep their relationship secret.
Riley went back to his cinnamon roll dough. “Griffin had an idea about me starting a bakery.”
Griffin launched into a sales pitch that was better than the one he’d given Riley.
Riley snuck a peek at Cass and smiled when their gazes met.
Cass winked.
When Griffin came up for air, Cass asked, “Is Danny settled?”
“Zinnie’s mothering him, so he’s fine,” Dad said and stepped closer to Riley. “What are you making?”
“Cinnamon rolls. I’ll bring some home in the morning.”
“Why not tonight?”
“I…I’m staying over at my…um…”
“My house. I’m taking him to a jock party with some of my old hockey buddies.” Griffin grabbed another muffin and then handed it to Riley. He smirked. “Can I get this one to go?”
Extortion. Great. Riley returned the smirk. “Sure.”
He wrapped the muffin in plastic. “I’ll see you later.”
Dad almost bought it. Clearly, he didn’t know if it was a lie or not. “Do you talk to any of them anymore?”
“How else would I know about the party?” Griffin headed to the back door. “See you later.”
Griffin hightailed it out of there.
Dad sighed and shook his head. “I can never tell when he’s lying.”
Cass patted Iven on the back and snorted. “Go with your gut.”
Riley didn’t contribute to the conversation. Griffin might be good at lying, but Riley wasn’t. He was also stuck in the kitchen with his dad and Cass. He couldn’t leave his dough unattended.
His dad glanced from Cass to him and back again. “My gut, huh? I don’t think the two of you want to know what that’s telling me.”
They probably didn’t.
