Chapter 8

Scarlett was searching for Griffin. She could hear him trudging up the stairs, and she picked up her pace.

"Griffin, wait!"

Griffin pretended not to hear her. The man was headed for his room, and Scarlett was racing after him.

Things were bad between them before this. And even though Scarlett should hate Griffin, she didn't want him to. It was an odd emotion to deal with, one she didn't understand.

Regardless of what it meant, it kept Scarlett running until she finally caught up to Griffin. He stood at the top of the stairs and met her eyes without breaking into a smile.

Every hair rose to stand on the edge of Scarlett's wet body. Griffin appeared pissed off. His eyes were like two dark holes, and she hesitated to follow him when he entered his room.

But her reluctance didn't last long. Scarlett wanted things to be right between them since they lived together. She closed the door behind her and watched Griffin light up a cigar inside his room.

Brooding and pissed, he walked out on