Griffin said later that night, and Nicole heard the oh, so patient, genius-to-moron tone in his voice. “Wow, you’re right,” Nicole said, widening her eyes and blinking a couple of times for the dumb-blonde effect. “I’ve never had to pay bills or work out a budget. Is it a lot of math?” A second or two ticked past before Griffin huffed out a breath. “Funny. Very funny. Okay, point made. You’re an accountant. You get math.” She got a lot more than that, Nicole thought. Griffin might have thought he couldn’t be overheard when he was talking to his brother at the beach. But she had heard him when he told Garrett that he felt sorry for Connor. That he and Nicole weren’t permanent and so neither was his involvement with her son. Fine. She could accept temporary. She’d known that going in. But where did he come off feeling sorry for Connor? Her son wasn’t a charity case, starving for male attention. Well, maybe that wasn’t completely right, either. Rafe and Katie spent time with them, and Connor loved Rafe a lot.
