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“Is that a good thing?”
I sigh. “Unfortunately, yes.”
Griffin’s reflection smirks at me, then he disappears into the dressing room.
I need to refocus the energy with which I’m lusting after my fake husband to something more productive. Like getting to know him so we can convince Kandi Kline we’re madly in love.
“Did you fill out the questionnaire?” I ask, trying not to appear flustered by the sound of his zipper lowering on the other side of the door.
“Yeah, I emailed it to you.”
I pull my phone out, find his email in my inbox and start to read it.
“You graduated law school last May. You took the bar in February and you’re awaiting your results; we went over that this morning.”
I keep scanning the document.
“Contract law. That’s your area of expertise? Why?”
When he answers, his voice is low.
“My mom wanted me to be a lawyer. She thought there was nothing more powerful and important than knowing the legal system. When she died, I had Sophie to worry about and college seemed like a pipe dream. But then I started making decent money at the revue and with that safety net, I began to think about what I would want to do. I met my mentor, Terrence, through the revue’s choreographer, Rita. They’re married, and he’s a commercial contract lawyer in Vegas. He encouraged me to pursue law school and I’m planning to be an associate at his firm when I get back to Vegas. Commercial contract law isn’t exactly curing cancer, but I like reading and negotiating contracts. I think I’m pretty good at it.”
I appreciate that Griffin is passionate about his career path, and I could be overgeneralizing the profession based off my experience with Alec, but none of that matters. Once Griffin and I are done with this charade, I’ll stay firmly in the no dating lawyers camp.
“I suppose I’m in my lawyer era.”
The door swings open. Griffin has changed back into his t-shirt and jeans. His wardrobe change does nothing to calm the fluttering sensation in my belly. Maybe it wasn’t the suit after all.
“I could never treat you like that.”
I liked having the door between us. Now, with Griffin’s eyes on me, that wobbly knees feeling is back. I’m transported back to Vegas. To the feeling of Griffin’s arms bracketing me at the bar, keeping me close and protected.
“Like what?” I ask.
Griffin’s eyes drop to my lips. “If you were really mine, I’d never stop making you feel wanted.”
While I’m embarrassed recalling all the things I told Griffin in Vegas about mine and Alec’s relationship, my brain chooses to focus in on his sweet words. If I was really Griffin’s, he’d never stop making me feel wanted.
Griffin’s intent stare is enough to make good on his promise right now.
The moment feels electric. Too intense.
But we’re friends.Just friends.
I don’t know how to respond, so I say the first thing that comes to mind.
“Thank you.”
One corner of Griffin’s mouth pulls up. “You’re welcome.” Now, there’s humor in his tone. His response almost a question. Maybe I misread his body language. He’s just trying to be nice and I think he’s about to press me into the wall in this tuxedo shop.
Okay. Time to go.
Griffin follows me to the front of the store.
“We’d like the suit delivered,” I tell Ernesto.
He nods. “Of course.”
