“I think I’m free Friday,” Griffin states. “You are?” Ollie swings his gaze to him, studying him. Like he’s seriously considering taking this man to his holiday party. Which leads me to what I say next. “I’ll do it.” Every set of eyes bores into me. “You will?” “I just offered,” Griffin says. “What’s wrong with me?” “Nothing. I’m free. I’ll do it,” I repeat.
