![]() ![]() So far, Griffin’s contribution to “cleaning up” had consisted of playing air guitar and signing autographs. ![]() We set it down with a grunt, and I tried my best to keep the irritation off my face. ![]() We’d just played a gig downtown, and Evan and I were struggling to load Evan’s drum into Griffin’s van. He was smiling at me and nodding, like the suggestion he’d just made was the most profound statement ever spoken by a human being. Hearing my name, I lifted my head to stare at Griffin. ![]() Too late for that though I was already addicted to being near her. But still, every day there was a clock ticking in my brain, warning me that all of this was stopping soon, and I should end it now before I got too attached. She would cuddle with him, not me, and that was the way it should be. Things would change the minute Denny returned. And listening to Kiera talk to him was a painful reminder that everything between Kiera and me was temporary. I did feel guilty whenever Denny called he wouldn’t like what was going on behind his back. The only time I even touched her more than a casual acquaintance might was when Griffin started a dance fest in the bar and made a move on her. Plus, our intimate moments of connection were private. I didn’t want people to think about us one way or the other. I didn’t want people to gossip about her, and I didn’t want Evan to question me about her. While Kiera and I were pretty snuggly at home, we kept our distance at work. ![]()
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