Griffin kept his hand extended. “Keys.” I sighed, pulling my keys from my purse. “How quickly we return to one-word sentences and grunts.” Griffin plucked the keys from my hand. “Get in, smartass.” “Ooooooh, three words. Maybe all isn’t lost.” Griffin climbed into my SUV and pushed the driver’s seat way back. “I speak when I have something to say. I don’t waste words.” I buckled my seat belt as we backed out of the parking space. “That’s actually pretty profound. You should think about writing poetry.” “I think I’ll pass.” “I’m shocked.”
