Two Wedding Crashers (Dating By Numbers, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

I spit the chunk of fudge that was marinating in my mouth straight into a cluster of napkins and glare at Griffin, an innocent bystander to this whole madness. “What on earth is he doing here?” Wide-eyed, probably from seeing this very unflattering side of me, Griffin says, “Uh, I’m going to guess doing some shopping?” Not wanting to turn around, unable to truly face him with fudge drippings, I ask, “What’s he doing?” Griffin turns to look at him when I snap, “Don’t look at him.” Griffin freezes, unsure of what to do. Poor men. They have no clue. “I’m going to need to look at him if you want me to see what he’s doing.” “Make it subtle.” I’m hunched over the counter, back toward Beck, wiping my mouth feverishly, trying to get all the fudge off my face in case he comes up— “Hey, Saucy.” My back straightens, my face blanches, my body stills. My eyes move to Griffin, who’s cringing. From the side of his mouth, Griffin says, “Heads-up. He’s right behind you.” My nostrils flare, causing Griffin to back away slowly. “Thanks . . . pal.”