Except he didn’t leave me. His frame sagged and he tore off his baseball cap, sending it sailing across the room. Then he dragged a hand through his dark hair. “You’re right.” The relief was so profound I laughed. “I know.” He planted his fists on his hips. “I’m pissed.” “Deal with it.” “I will.” Griff’s arm wrapped around my shoulders and he hauled me into his chest. “Sorry.”
