Chapter Four
“You’re staring,”Megan said, sliding in beside where Griffin was sitting.
“Not staring. Watching.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re watching Beverly.”
“And your point?”
“No point. Just an observation.” Her words were bland, but he heard a hint of humor underneath. “So how’s it going with you two and the script? You texted that you had good news and revisions. Did you get any work done today?”
“Not much,” he said, trying to sound casual as he glanced back toward Beverly, who was inviting yet another contestant to join her on the stage. “We talked a bit. But we didn’t have much time. We needed to get here so she could do her emcee thing.”
“Hmm.”
He turned from Beverly to look at Megan. “Hmm,” he repeated. “What do you mean by hmm.”
“Not a thing. Should I mean something?”
He stared at her a second longer, then turned back to the stage again.
“Okay, fine,” she said. “I just want to know that you’re okay?”
Once again, he looked at her, trying to keep his expression bland. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. But I’m getting a vibe from you.”
“There is no vibe.” He said firmly.
“Oh, trust me, there really is.” Her arms were crossed, and her brows were lifted. She looked like a woman prepared to go to the mat to prove to him that there was a vibe. Honestly, all things considered, there probably was. But he didn’t intend to share the reason for it with Megan.
As she spoke, Parker Manning approached from behind, then slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close. With one hand he brushed her long dark hair away from her neck and pressed a gentle kiss there before looking up at Griffin and saying, “There better not be a vibe between you and my woman.”
Megan laughed, then twisted her head to meet Parker’s mouth for a long, deep kiss. When she came up for air, she was grinning. “Only with you,” she said, her fingers sliding up to twine in his perfectly trimmed black hair as she pulled him closer, obviously moving in for yet another kiss.
Griffin cleared his throat. “Get a room, you two.”
“If you insist,” Parker said, the amusement clear in his voice. “There’s probably a vacancy down the street at the Driskill. If not, I can give Derek a buzz and see if we can get a suite at the Winston.”
“Oh, no,” Megan said. “Not even for you am I going to miss Brooke and Spencer’s premiere.” She glanced at the clock over the bar. “It’s about to start in the back. You ready to go?”
“Lead the way,” Parker said.
She held his hand and they started in that direction. “You should tell Beverly we’re going to watch,” she added to Griffin.
“I’m sure she’ll hear about it on her own.”
“Okay. If you want to risk it.”
She started to dance away, obviously amused with herself. He took her elbow and pulled her back. Parker’s brow went up. “I need her for a minute,” Griffin said.
Parker met his eyes for a second, then nodded. His attention shifted back to Megan. “See you back there,” he leaned forward, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then headed to the bar in the back.
“You should talk to her.”
Griffin fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I like her. I do. But it doesn’t matter. This isn’t going anywhere.”
“Why not?”