Thank you.”
He smiled. “Happy to treat my tenant to lunch. I hope we can do it again soon.”
“Sure. We both need to eat.”
I’m hungry for you.
* * *
Amy hopped in her car and shut the door, wincing as it screeched on its way closed. She put her head on the padded steering wheel and closed her eyes. This was not happening. Griff Martin was trouble. Scratch that, he was sex in blue jeans. Now that he’d shaved his beard off, she could see more of the kindness in his face. And more of the handsome.
Hard to believe he could be more sexy.
Amy time. Amy time.
She sat back and stared out the window. After what had happened with Darren, the thought she was even looking at a man as something beyond a human to talk to was shocking. Griff appeared to be all the right things—and all the things Darren wasn’t. It had taken a while for Darren to show his true colors. Why shouldn’t she think Griff was hiding his? Maybe that was the way men played the game. But with the loss of his whole family, maybe he just didn’t want to be involved with anyone.
Griff didn’t seem like that type, though. She wouldn’t be in town long enough to find out. Two months was long enough for a fling, nothing more.
“Too bad, Amy.” She wagged her finger at her reflection in the cracked rearview mirror. “You don’t even know what you want to do with your life. You will paint and think.” If Griff wanted no-strings sex, she’d be all for it. That was it. No relationship . She laughed. As if that would ever be an option. His flirting had to be part of his personality. Everyone she met had a crush on him. He was nice. He couldn’t help but flirt. He wouldn’t want to be with her when he could have anyone he wanted.
She stuck the key in the ignition and started the car, then pulled the seat belt over and clicked it into place. No more thinking about Griff and his tight jeans and scrumptious lips. Done . She put the car in gear. He’d filled her dreams the last few nights; there was no reason he needed to fill her waking moments, too.
She’d head back to the cabin and clean him right out of her thoughts. Maybe even sketch a while after she put up her groceries. Flowers or something. Or rocks. Sketch something inanimate and...natural.
As she started to pull out, a loud thwack sounded on the trunk. Her heart leapt to her throat, and she slammed on the brakes, even though she’d not even left the parking space. She shoved the car into park.
What the heck?
A knock at her window, and she turned to see Griff smiling through the dirty glass and motioning her to roll her window down.
Adrenaline rushing through her veins, her heart sped. More than a little flustered, her hands shook with the shock. She pushed the button, and the glass lowered with a jerk and a squeal. “Oh my gosh! Did I hit you?”
She couldn’t seem to ditch the guy—everywhere she turned, he was there. That was a bad thing. A very, very bad thing. Especially if she just hit him with her car.
Right?
“I’m okay. I thumped the car to get your attention before you drove off.” He stuck his hand in his pocket. “You forgot this at the café.” He held up her wallet. “Thought you might need it before I see you again.”
She didn’t know whether to strangle or kiss him and since neither were really options, she smiled and took the wallet from him. “Thank you. That was sweet of you to catch me before I left.”
“No big deal.”
“I wouldn’t have noticed I was missing it till who knows when.” Driving all the way back to town for it would have been a pain, yet she would’ve had to do it.
He bent down so that he could see eye to eye. “No problem. I’d already decided that if I didn’t catch you, I’d stop by the cabin on my way home. Figured I could leave it on the porch if you weren’t there.”
“Well, I’m glad you caught me.” If she could be invisible, she’d fan herself. Griff’s musky cologne wafted through the window. Woodsy
He smiled. “Happy to treat my tenant to lunch. I hope we can do it again soon.”
“Sure. We both need to eat.”
I’m hungry for you.
* * *
Amy hopped in her car and shut the door, wincing as it screeched on its way closed. She put her head on the padded steering wheel and closed her eyes. This was not happening. Griff Martin was trouble. Scratch that, he was sex in blue jeans. Now that he’d shaved his beard off, she could see more of the kindness in his face. And more of the handsome.
Hard to believe he could be more sexy.
Amy time. Amy time.
She sat back and stared out the window. After what had happened with Darren, the thought she was even looking at a man as something beyond a human to talk to was shocking. Griff appeared to be all the right things—and all the things Darren wasn’t. It had taken a while for Darren to show his true colors. Why shouldn’t she think Griff was hiding his? Maybe that was the way men played the game. But with the loss of his whole family, maybe he just didn’t want to be involved with anyone.
Griff didn’t seem like that type, though. She wouldn’t be in town long enough to find out. Two months was long enough for a fling, nothing more.
“Too bad, Amy.” She wagged her finger at her reflection in the cracked rearview mirror. “You don’t even know what you want to do with your life. You will paint and think.” If Griff wanted no-strings sex, she’d be all for it. That was it. No relationship . She laughed. As if that would ever be an option. His flirting had to be part of his personality. Everyone she met had a crush on him. He was nice. He couldn’t help but flirt. He wouldn’t want to be with her when he could have anyone he wanted.
She stuck the key in the ignition and started the car, then pulled the seat belt over and clicked it into place. No more thinking about Griff and his tight jeans and scrumptious lips. Done . She put the car in gear. He’d filled her dreams the last few nights; there was no reason he needed to fill her waking moments, too.
She’d head back to the cabin and clean him right out of her thoughts. Maybe even sketch a while after she put up her groceries. Flowers or something. Or rocks. Sketch something inanimate and...natural.
As she started to pull out, a loud thwack sounded on the trunk. Her heart leapt to her throat, and she slammed on the brakes, even though she’d not even left the parking space. She shoved the car into park.
What the heck?
A knock at her window, and she turned to see Griff smiling through the dirty glass and motioning her to roll her window down.
Adrenaline rushing through her veins, her heart sped. More than a little flustered, her hands shook with the shock. She pushed the button, and the glass lowered with a jerk and a squeal. “Oh my gosh! Did I hit you?”
She couldn’t seem to ditch the guy—everywhere she turned, he was there. That was a bad thing. A very, very bad thing. Especially if she just hit him with her car.
Right?
“I’m okay. I thumped the car to get your attention before you drove off.” He stuck his hand in his pocket. “You forgot this at the café.” He held up her wallet. “Thought you might need it before I see you again.”
She didn’t know whether to strangle or kiss him and since neither were really options, she smiled and took the wallet from him. “Thank you. That was sweet of you to catch me before I left.”
“No big deal.”
“I wouldn’t have noticed I was missing it till who knows when.” Driving all the way back to town for it would have been a pain, yet she would’ve had to do it.
He bent down so that he could see eye to eye. “No problem. I’d already decided that if I didn’t catch you, I’d stop by the cabin on my way home. Figured I could leave it on the porch if you weren’t there.”
“Well, I’m glad you caught me.” If she could be invisible, she’d fan herself. Griff’s musky cologne wafted through the window. Woodsy
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