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Griff moves into the kitchen, then starts the first cup of coffee in his Keurig “Sure, that would be great”

There’s not much to see in his apart area that has two doors—presumably, a bathroom and a bedroom I move into the s

Griff hands e “Creaar as I don’t have any”

“Black is fine,” I reply, giving a tiny huff over the stea a sip While I like my frothy cappuccinos and sweet confections inblack coffee available in prison made me adaptable

Griff rests a hip against the counter as his cup brews, pushing his hands into the front pockets of his well-fitted jeans “When are Aaron’s football tryouts?”

“Saturday” I ainst his counter with my coffee in hand “He’s so nervous”

“I can practice with him some more if you want,” he offers

“Really?” It’s the sweetest offer, because Aaron is anxious about it “We don’t want to be a bother”

“You and Aaron are not a bother,” Griff chides with a stern frown “And he’s a good kid I enjoy helping him out”

“He really appreciates what you taught hiure in the picture, it can be challenging with a boy”

Griff nods, his eyes syine”

“So you had a close relationship with your dad?” I surmise

“Very,” Griff says with a chuckle “Ion the farood listener… ht me how to throw a football and how to fish”