5
“Honestly, Griffin, I’m starting to think you’re the one who needs a bodyguard.” Serena was only half-teasing. For the past few nights, since Jake had left, Griffin had planted himself at the bar and kept a close eye on every stranger who came in.
She had to admit that it felt good to know he was there. She could relax and focus on her job instead of checking out each new person who walked through the door. Not even Jake did such a thorough job because he was busy working right alongside her.
But the flip side of Griffin’s presence was that everyone in town wanted to come say ‘hello,’ or ‘what the hell are you thinking’ or …most often…’what are you doing later?’
Every single female in a one hundred mile radius seemed to have a sudden urge to have a white wine at the Last Chance. Mayb
