12
Since Jake was finally back, Griffin stopped in at the Last Chance on his way back to the lodge.
“Welcome back to the frontlines,” Griffin told him as he slid onto a stool.
“Frontlines of what?” Jake growled. “Banging my staff?”
“What?”
He glanced past Jake, searching for Serena, but Jake stepped to the side to block his field of vision. “She’s not here. I gave her the night off since she’s been working so much. Thought you would have known that, since you’re apparently hooking up.”
Ah. Now he got it. “Didn’t Serena give you the lowdown on all that?”
“No, all she talked about was whether to get a hypothetical Chihuahua or an imaginary pit bull.”
“Jesus. Those are two completely different breeds, that’s a hard choice—” He broke off when Jake slapped his hands on the bar and leane
