Page 28 of Love Felt Like This

Beau tsks. “Should have known.”

“Known what?” Griffin asks.

“She has a thing for musicians. Probably talked about me already, huh?”

Griffin’s jaw flexes. “No.”

I would laugh if I wasn’t seconds away from vomiting.

Beau tsks again. “Well, good luck.”

Yep, definitely gonna vomit.

“What’s that mean?” Griffin asks.

“She only dates musicians.” And then he winks. Winks. In an if you catch my drift way.

Oh God. Not this. Please not this.

One time. Beau ran into me on a date with another musician one time. I met the guy through a dating app. I didn’t even know he was up and coming. It seemed like he didn’t, either, because he looked genuinely shocked when we were stopped, like, fifty times for an autograph. But that wasn’t why I went on the date. He told me he liked John Hughes movies, and I liked John Hughes movies and—

Griffin shifts in his seat, raising an arm over the back of the booth. Relaxed. Confident. If only I could absorb some of that right now.

Be yourself, Finch said.

Well, there are parts of myself I’d rather bury.

Beau wasn’t always like this. I don’t know who this man is.

Griffin sniffs in a cocky, knowing way.

Oh God, he’s gonna take back this entire dinner. He knows who I am. He doesn’t want to work with me.

“Well, Beau,” he says. “I’m actually gonna need you to apologize.”

My body tenses. Somehow that is worse.

I shake my head. “No, Griffin, he really doesn’t—”

“Because I don’t tolerate anyone talking like that to my woman.”

“Your woman?” Beau sneers.

“Yes. My girlfriend.”

Just like that, my jaw drops.

Beau’s jaw drops.

The man at the table across from ours drops his jaw too.

Rob is never gonna believe this.

Chapter Six

Bozos with Cameras

Griffin