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Brock: Dude, sorry. It seemed like you really liked her.

Shepherd: Yeah, it’s whatever.

Tripp: You need to make her jealous. Show her what she’s missing.

Shepherd: Get a girlfriend, and maybe then I’ll take dating advice from you.

Tripp: I’ve had girlfriends.

Callum: High school crushes don’t count. Speaking of which, Brock, heard you’re dating Millie. The Book, Spine, and Sinker book store owner.

Brock: Yeah, it’s still new. So, no screwing it up for me.

Tripp: You’re dating her?

Brock: Yeah. She’s real nice.

Shepherd: You’ll have to bring her to Sunday dinner.

Brock: Maybe I will.

I toss my phone onto the seat of my truck, and rub my eyes. Fuck, I need to get home.

Chapter 3

Anya

I forgot my notebook, so I turn my car around in the lot of Atta Boy, and park next to Griffin’s truck. He’s just about to leave, and I hop out.

He shuts off the ignition to his truck and steps out. “Forget something?”

“I’m glad you’re still here. I thought I was going to have to wait until tomorrow to get my notebook.” It really is ridiculous that Cal hasn’t entrusted me with a key to the place yet, but I get it.

I’m an employee. Not an owner. This isn’t my place.

Callum, Shep, Pax, and Griffin started this brewery with their own blood, sweat, and tears. I’m merely trying to enhance their vision.

Griffin opens the back door, and I follow him into the brewery. He shoves his hands into his pockets. “Do you really need the notebook tonight?”

I blush a little and together we walk through the brewery. “Busted,” I say. “I wasn’t planning on going home to sleep. I was actually going to think of ideas for the party this Friday.”

Griffin offers a small laugh, and the sound of it vibrates through my bones. It sends chills skating down my spine. “I planned on doing the same thing. I was going home to work on the menu.”

I feel horrible that Griffin is most likely exhausted from working all day, and helping us get the back room in order, and now he was planning on going home and working more. “You don’t need to do that,” I tell him.

He inches closer, and suddenly my mouth grows dry. I lick my lips, and for the first time since I’ve known Griffin, I realize how tall he is. How the top of my head would fit perfectly below his clavicle. That if he wrapped his strong arms around me it would probably make me feel just right. Or so I imagine.

What am I doing?

This is Griffin.

I should not be having these thoughts about him. I blame Willow for putting the idea in my head. For pointing out how good-looking he is. How have I never noticed before?

I mean, I’ve always known he’s better looking than ninety percent of other men out there, but I have never noticed just how kind of gorgeous he is.

“I wanted to do it. I’ve got a lot of ideas.”

I smile wide at the idea that Griffin is taking this project as seriously as me. It warms me up, making me feel all gooey inside.