His hands on me are almost more than I can take. “This joint here”—he pushes on the bone—“is stuck. You need to loosen your hips so you can absorb the shock of the movement.” I turn wide eyes on Griffin and waggle my eyebrows in his direction. He scowls. “Nadia.” I hold my hands up to prove my innocence. “Hey, you said it. Not me.” I swear he growls.
