Read A Man for the Summer Online

Authors: Ruby Laska

Tags: #Small Town, #Romance, #Contemporary Romance

A Man for the Summer (10 page)

Junior saw Griff’s eyebrow quirk up a little, and blushed. “News travels fast around here,” she said, forcing a smile.

“What else did the lady tell you about me?” Griff asked, but his eyes lingered on hers, and Junior could feel their heat.

“I told them you were writing a book about Missouri, and if they were lucky you might put Poplar Bluff on the map,” Junior said lamely.

“Did you tell them I was going to be here for a few weeks, finishing up?”

The boys turned to stare open-mouthed at Junior. This, she knew, was big news.

“Over at the hotel?” Trevor demanded.

“You gonna sleep during the day the whole time?” Joey said.

Griff sighed and glanced down at the boys. “No, I imagine not. I was…recovering. I, ah, didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night.”

He chanced a look at Junior, saw the color seeping into her cheeks.

He also couldn’t help but notice her tongue dart out and wet those familiar lips, and it sent his own temperature shooting skyward.

“I’m feeling much better now,” he said hastily, suddenly aware that he’d been staring. “But I may be working during the day and I definitely will not be able to get anything done if you and your friends insist on creating a racket outside my window.”

“Awwww-”

“Although without wireless I’m not sure what I’ll accomplish,” Griff continued, abandoning his attentions to the kids and addressing her.

Junior wanted to melt into the ground. Actually, what she really wanted was to duck behind the screen door, where she could stare openly at Griff without anyone noticing.

The deep circles had vanished from beneath his eyes, and his color was back. His hair was in place except for the one crazy cowlick in front that sent a hunk of it plunging down over his left eyebrow. He hadn’t bothered to shave and there was something about the way his dark beard shadowed his strong jaw.

He didn’t have the year-round tan that local men wore from the time their mothers let them out of the house. He wasn’t pale, exactly, but he wasn’t the Marlboro man, either. Still, there was something rugged about him, some sort of determination –

A memory flashed, Griff above her, his shoulder muscles sharply defined in the moonlight, that strong jaw taut with pleasure—

“Junior’s got high-speed internet,” Joey interrupted her thoughts, and Junior was grateful, because the haze that had obscured her memories of last night were burning off like a morning fog and leaving her with a raw and burning need.

“Is that so, Trevor,” Griff said gravely, and it was clear he was very interested in the emotions showing on her face. Junior tried to break their gaze, but it was hard to look away. It was as though he was pulling her to him with just that look of his, and Junior actually found herself leaning forward.

She shook herself and took a big step back.

“Can’t you just go to the library?” she said, her tone sharp.

Griff laughed scornfully. “Yeah, right--library connections are about the slowest I’ve ever used. And this town doesn’t even have a Starbucks, or I could work there.”

“Junior lets us use her computer,” Trevor piped up. “For Lego Island. And Internet stuff.”

“Yeah, she hardly ever uses it anyway,” Joey added. “Dad’s been trying to teach her how to use a spreadsheet.”

“I
have
learned,” Junior cut him off. “I happen to have most of my work files on that computer. I just don’t get why it’s any better than writing a check. You know, with a pen, the way people have been doing it for years.”

“Well, if you really wouldn’t mind,” Griff said, letting his voice trail off and raising that one eyebrow. His voice lowered, too, and brought back the sensation of that low growl against her neck.

“I don’t know. I need to do some work at home. A project. You’d distract me.”

“What!” demanded Joey, and it was clear that none of the males present believed her for a minute. “You never work at home!”

“Um, medical imaging,” Junior made up. “Searching online archives.”

“Ah,” Griff said. Now amusement danced across his face. Damn him, he was enjoying himself. “Maybe I could help. I’ve spent a lot of time online.”

“Yeah, you never can find anything online,” Joey nodded. “You always have to call us up and—”

“Okay.
Okay
!” Junior gave in. “Fine. Come over when I’m at work. I work pretty much eight to five. I can get you a key but I usually leave the back door unlocked.”

“You usually leave
all
the doors unlocked,” said Joey. “Hey, you know what, Mr. Ross, you ought to just stay there too. Junior’s got about a hundred extra bedrooms.”

Griff raised those dark thick brows even higher and looked at her with open interest.

“No kidding.”

“And you could pay her rent,” added Trevor. “Dad says she’s in way over her head and she’s got less sense than a horse.”

“Hey!” Joey glared indignantly at his friend, but Junior was too dazed to feel more than a fleeting sense of offense.

“I just meant about money,” Trevor explained. “I think you’re smart about other stuff.”

“Thanks, Trev,” Junior mumbled.

“So…you have a room to rent?” Griff asked. His tone was formal.

“I might,” she said, her mind whirling. Griff under her roof. Griff, sleeves rolled up, working on his book. Griff on the porch after a hard day’s work, in the swing, next to her, his thigh pressed against hers—

“I might not though,” she added hoarsely. “I’m not sure it would be a good idea.”

“Yeah it would,” Trevor said. “Else you’re going to lose the house, right?”

“Trevor’s Dad works at the bank,” Junior said darkly. “And he’s a pretty smart kid. Hard to keep anything from this one.”

Trevor beamed at the compliment, stood a little taller in his converse tennis shoes.

“Yeah, and maybe he’d even hire you,” he went on. “You know, Junior, like a reporter or something. Except he probably doesn’t need the kind of stuff you know about.”

“Hey, we know as much about this town as she does,” Joey said. “How much do you pay? I could show you anything you wanted to see.”

“I actually have my research done already,” Griff said. He hesitated on the word
research
, and Junior felt his eyes bore into hers. Oh, my. “I’m just going to soak up a little local color while I finish up.”

“What’s local color?” Trevor demanded.

Junior swallowed, hard. She needed to sit down. She needed a drink of water.

She needed another chance to devour this man whole.

“It’s, you know, what the people are like, what we like to do, what makes Poplar Bluff special and different from other places.”

“Well, we don’t ever do nothing but when we do the whole town’s there,” Trevor said. “We’re all gonna have a party for my sister Taylor who run off and got married. It’s tonight. Want to come?”

“Yeah!” Joey echoed enthusiastically. 
”Junior can tell you where.”

“Or maybe,” Griff said slowly, taking her measure, “she’ll show me.”

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER
SIX

 

No need to check the directions he’d scrawled down.

He could have found the place by rolling down the window and sticking his head out in the cool night air; surely the sounds of the music and whooping could have been heard all across town.

Griff rounded the corner and came up on a field of cars. Literally. They were parked in haphazard rows as if they’d been planted among the clods of turned earth, and there was a pile of kids’ bikes, too, that looked as though they’d been left behind rather hastily.

Griff parked next to a truck that was easily a good couple of feet further off the ground than his rented import, and began picking his way across the moon-brightened field.

The party spilled across the front lawn of the neat ranch house, around the side, and on into the back yard, where little white Christmas lights had been looped through all the trees. A big hand-painted sign stretched across the front windows, proclaiming “Congratulations Taylor and Raoul!!!”

For a moment Griff experienced the kind of nervous hesitation he hadn’t felt since high school. It had been that long since he’d been unsure of the welcome he would receive, he suddenly realized.

It was good to know that you were welcome everywhere you went. Good to have the admiration of your colleagues, the envy of your friends, the thirsty eyes of women on your well-tuned body.

He’d worked for the privilege. When Griff left home, left behind the critical eye of his parents, he’d decided that no one ever again would tell him he wasn’t good enough. He made it his mission to beat them to it, demand more from himself than anyone else could, exceed everyone’s expectations. Dean’s list? Hell, he’d graduated Phi Beta Kappa and a year early. He was published nationally in his freshman year, dated the homecoming queen as a sophomore. Moved on to her sister the next year.

Doors opened for Griff Ross, and he liked it that way.

The trick, of course, was to be selective about the doors.

“Who are you?”

A trio of men in their twenties strode a jagged line toward him. They’d been laughing loudly at some shared joke, slamming each other on the back, but they silenced abruptly at the sight of Griff in their path.

“Griff Ross,” he said, sticking out a hand, which they stared at for a minute too long before one grabbed it and gave it an unnecessarily vigorous shake.

“What I mean is, where did you come from? Don’t believe I know you. I’m Lawrence, by the way.”

“I’m in town doing research. For a book.”

When no one answered, Griff started to feel increasingly uncomfortable.

“A travel book. It’s about—”

“Oh, yeah. He’s the one Joey was going on about,” the middle one said suddenly. “Joey’s my second cousin. I’m Trent Collins. Good to know you. So you’re moving in Junior’s place.”

“Well, not moving in exactly but—”

“She sure could use the dough,” the one named Lawrence said. “Doesn’t have the sense of a horse. Good gal, though.”

This brought muffled chortles from his companions. The lascivious note was unmistakable.

“You can say that again,” the shortest one laughed. “
Real
good.”

Indignation flared up before Griff could fully process his new acquaintances’ words. They were leering and winking like a trio of village idiots, and Griff felt like taking a swing at them, even as he realized his protective instincts were remarkably misplaced. Surely she couldn’t have stooped so low as to have spent any intimate moments with these clowns.

“Yeah, well, I guess when you put it that way I
am
moving in with her,” he said. “Probably tomorrow. For a few weeks anyway. We’re collaborating. On the book.”

Now what had made him say that?

“Oh, is that right?”

“She got time for that with her practice and all? ‘Course she is a smart one.”

If he’d been expecting an argument, he needn’t have worried. The three seemed to lose interest as they remembered their original mission and veered off in the direction of the giant truck.

“Nice meeting you,” Lawrence called over his shoulder. “We’re off to get some more ice. Save us a couple brews, hear?”

“I’ll do that,” Griff muttered, and began stalking with determination toward the house, glancing down often to avoid ruts or cow pies or whatever other hazards might occur on a farm.

Junior saw him coming. She was sitting on the porch rail with Amber Nehigh, who she’d known practically since birth. They were drinking from longneck bottles, balanced carefully on the rail with their backs against the columns, and they’d covered every bit of gossip except Junior’s love life, a topic most of her friends had learned to studiously avoid.

She knew it was Griff because of the way he walked, as though he was afraid the ground itself was about to open up and swallow him. Well, if she were wearing those shoes she might be worried too. They were athletic shoes only in the sense that they had pristine suede uppers stitched with a swoop, and complicated soles of some sort of manmade substance that faintly glowed in the dark. Somehow she doubted Griff wore them to work out in.

This was clearly the shoes’ first trip to the farm.

“Hey,” she called out. Talk and laughter and beer had made her voice a little throaty, and she flushed at the sound of it.

“So that’s him,” Amber said with interest.

“You heard.”

“Of course.”

“Hi,” Griff said, coming to a stop below them. The porch was about four feet off the ground and he stared up, his face illuminated in the moonlight, and raked his fingers carelessly through his hair. The stubborn chunk of hair fell right back in his eye and he didn’t bother with it.

“Hi. Griff Ross, this is Amber Nehigh. Amber, Griff’s here doing a book. I think he, I guess he’s going to take a room over at my place. For a few weeks.”

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