Which didnt stop her from more taste testing, even as she turned in a slow circle, examining his vault. The room was long, clean as a new penny, all stainless steel and bright light. A one-way window supervised the shop-so that was how Griff knew exactly what was going on with the customers and kids-and inside were counters and a bunch of futuristic appliances she couldnt identify. Ice-cream making equipment, obviously. She would have asked a dozen questions, except that Griff clearly was in the middle of something, had put on gloves, had some kind of quietly vibrating blender that he was supervising-so he got in his grilling first. Howd your visit with the sheriff go?
Pretty much the same as the other times. I raised questions. He called me a fool. I thanked him. She gave him more rave reviews for the new flavor, but he still had questions.
Where are you going after this?
I figured either the newspaper office or the library. Wherever I can dig into old copies of newspapers the easiest. I assume old editions will be available online-
Maybe not online. But likely on microfiche.
Whats microfiche?
He chuckled. Spoken like a Yankee. We just dont do technology at the same rate you northerners do, sugar.
Hey. Virginia isnt north.
It is, compared to a small town in Georgia.
But I was born here. Dont I get credit for being true Southern?
With those legs, in those short shorts, you can get all the credit you want.
She didnt think hed noticed. Speaking of which
Speaking of your legs, or of credit?
Credit. Youve been giving me a lot of free ice cream. I was thinking I should go the same path as the other women in town and fall at your feet.
His eyebrows lifted. I like your thinking.
SoIm asking you to dinner. Actually, Lily had no intention of walking in here and making that suggestion, but now that it was out, she was going with it.
Hmm. Im guessing youve been stuck with restaurant food since you got here. So how about dinner at my place?
Thatd be okay-but it doesnt solve the problem of my being in debt to you.
I dont need to solve that problem. I love women in debt to me.
She rolled her eyes. Your place. But I cook-to erase the ice-cream debt.
This is sounding complicated. On the other hand, I like complicated. How about if I pick you up from Louellas around five. We can grocery and wine shop together. Then go back to my place and sip something tall and lazy while you cook.
A reasonably good plan, she said, except for not knowing where you live.
Close enough for you to walk home if I come on too strong, sugar.
Several hours later, Lily was just starting to seriously consider that question. It seemed unlikely that Griff would actually come on at all-much less, come on too strong. Yeah, thered been those kisses on the dark veranda, but maybe shed built those up in her mind. Unlike her sisters, shed never attracted a hot kind of guy. Good men, yes. Gentle guys, decent guys with all the important boy scout qualities-but never scoundrels.
At least other women seemed one hundred percent certain that he was.
As they wandered around the local grocery store, she picked out chicken breasts, fresh parmesan, bread crumbs and aimed for fresh potatoes next. Lily wondered if it was possible to make it five feet without yet another woman flashing a smile at Griff. The smiles all had the same brand-the kind of slow, Southern smiles that told a man he was the best thing shed ever seen in a month of Sundays.
By the time she caught up with him the next time, shed gotten the potatoes-and everything else shed sent him after-and found him cornered between the oranges and grapefruit by a redhead in frayed denim. He spotted Lily. His eyes lit up-not necessarily out of exuberant lust-since it looked as if hed have groveled to anyone who could save him from the buxom redheads gregarious chatter.
Lily! Mary Belle Johnsonthis is Lily, Lily Campbell.
The redhead whirled around, green eyes narrowed-took in Lily in a glance. Instead of spitting fire, the womans face immediately calmed. Possibly, it was Lilys simple blue crocheted top and white capris that conveyed that she was just no competition for Griffs attention. Not compared to a woman with Mary Belles substantial figure and charming ways.
I swear, Lily, I been hearing about you since you got into town. My daddy told me youd come back. I was wondering if Id have a chance to set eyes on you. The woman lifted a critical hand to her hair. I could do something with that.
You-?
Yeah. I run the salon on Main Street. Belle Hair. I do makeovers, too. Another evaluative look at Lilys face. I really know my eye makeup. Mary Belle glanced down at her hands. And manicures.
Well, thank you so much. Lily didnt laugh, but she was inclined to. She hadnt been insulted so thoroughly-or so kindly-since she could remember.
Griff took off with the grocery cart toward the checkout like a bat out of hell. Thats the scariest woman in town, he said sotto voce, when Lily finally escaped and caught up with him.
Come on. You could handle her with both hands behind your back.
Are you kidding? I was about to dive into the grapefruit. See if a commotion might make her go away. Griff shot her a wry look. She didnt seem to upset you. And as far as I could tell, she was trying her best.
I desperately need a haircut. And a woman knows never-ever-to offend anyone who could have power over her hair.
He let out a husky chuckle. You dont need a hair cut. Its great the way it is.
Why thank you, sir. But you dont have to waste flirting on me.
Waste? Since when is flirting a waste? He paid for the groceries, scooped up both bags.
I saw what you were doing. The blonde. The second blonde. The brunette. Then the redhead.
What? What?
You were telling the ladies that I was with you. Whichll be all over town- she glanced at her watch -probably within the next ten minutes. Is that why you asked me out to dinner? To make sure people knew I had a friend in town?
Are you kidding? I have no interest whatsoever in being your friend.
Man, he was full of the devil. It was good for her feminine ego. But his protective streak-no matter how vociferously he denied it-was as transparent as glass. She mentioned her daddy-
Yeah. The sheriff. Shes Herman Conners daughter.
I thought you said her last name was Johnson?
I did, but its darned hard to keep track. Mary Belles changed her last name around three times in the last decade. She must have been about ten years older than you back then. The wildest thing this town had ever seen. Gave her dad gray hair and then some. Drank, smoked funny stuff, partied and stayed out all night. No one could put a rein on that girl. Or thats the story.
Shed forgotten-or maybe shed never known-how much fun it was to get caught up in the soap operas in a small town.
The groceries fit snugly in the back of his red convertible EOS. The car suited him. It was seriously green, but it was also splashy and sassy and high tech. Not a gas guzzler, yet still perfect for a guy who wanted a sexy scoundrels image. So why do I keep getting the impression, she asked, that youre not quite the lazy bad boy you let on?
Youre such a breath of fresh air. Its been a while anyone believed I had a serious bone in my entire body. He shot her a glance. Mostly because I dont. As if to prove his point, he gunned the baby. Of course, even driving at breakneck speeds, his place wasnt more than a couple miles from town center-so it wasnt as if he kept up that life-threatening pace for long. As hed said, she could walk home later if she was so inclined or needed to.
His place wasnt what shed expected. Of course, she hadnt expected anything in particular. But his land was so close to town, and yet nothing like town. Just off the highway, he turned onto an unmarked road, sneaked up past a sea of lodge pines, into a burst of sunshine, and finally there it was, a house perched on a rock ledge, the same color as the native pale limestone.
All the rolling hills in their Georgia neck of the woods made finding a hideaway easy enough, but Griff had made his place soinvisible. Almost as invisible as the dirt-crusted, practical pickup truck parked behind on the garage, on a slab of concrete in the shade.
Like it so far? he asked, not referring to the pickup-which he couldnt realize shed noticed-but to the facade of the house.
A half hour later she was dredging chicken into a whipped egg, then rolling each piece in a batter of fresh parmesan. Griff had opened a bottle of something red and dry, poured it into a couple of fat glasses, and for a laid-back kind of guy, was jogging circles around her.
Hed already made dessert-yet another new flavor of ice cream he wanted her to try. Hed also pulled out hors doeuvres from the fridge, plump white shrimp on ice, with a sauce so spicy it could turn a nun hot. His eating table was beveled glass, with thin teak slabs for placemats, already decked out with sterling flatware and water goblets.
The view from the counter where she was forking the chicken into a frying pan, was of a mountain. The entire east wall was glass, overlooking a secret dark forest below, where occasionally she could glimpse a sterling ribbon of stream.
You know, I didnt really expect you to cook. He kept circling, leaning over her shoulder. What are you making?
Youll love it. Trust me.
How do you know?
Youre male. She grinned, took a sip of wine, then scrounged in his cupboards for the extras she needed. Aluminum foil. Spices. A good olive oil.
Hed never exhibited a trace of nerves before-at least not around her. Yet temporarily, he couldnt stand still or relax. Lily thought she knew why. She was discovering, whether he wanted her to or not, that Griff was a class-A liar.
His general decorating scheme was minimalist to the nth degree, but that was misleading. Hed built the place to be a private hideaway, which it was; but the design, constructed right into the hillside, had to cost a fortune. The inside surfaces were all expensive, from hardwood to marble and limestone. The bathroom off the main living area was done up in lapis-the real lapis-and the shower itself had one glass wall overlooking the mountainside.