CHAPTER EIGHT
GRIFF
Griff sat on the plane, relieved he was able to take a red-eye flight to San Francisco. The idea of hanging around at a party, knowing his grandfather was in the hospital, was a disturbing thought. Maybe leaving was for the best.
He liked being with Lori Hamlin, but that was a tricky situation.
For one thing, it was way too soon to be with anyone after being humiliated by Cassandra.
Besides, Lori had made it clear from the beginning that she wasn’t ready for a new relationship.
And he wasn’t about to become involved with anyone else.
He needed time to sort some things out. Besides, he and Pete had a lot of work ahead of them. Now, more than ever.
He pulled out his cell phone and thought about texting Lori, wondering what to say. After a while, he slid his phone back into his pocket and decided he’d wait until he could update her about his grandfather’s condition.
Staring out the window of the plane as it pulled away from the gate, Griff thought of all the times his grandfather had been there for him.
Even on the occasion when he got drunk at a school dance and had to be picked up.
There were no angry words, just talk of disappointment, which hurt more than anything else his grandfather could’ve said.
But that was the kind of man he was. Not many hugs, though.
Those came from Sarita. Still, he’d always known his grandfather loved him.
Thoughts of his grandfather dying made Griff’s eyes water. He hoped the strong man he knew and loved would recover. Sarita had said it was too early to tell.