me what I had been up to.
I knew he was burdened with classes and making the grade, so I overlooked it and repeated the fact I had gotten a job and told him about it. However, it wasn’t until we hung up after a less than fifteen-minute conversation that I realized I hadn’t gone into detail about Albert or the exhibit the way I had with Creed. I didn’t want it to bother me but it did.
Creed had more time and he didn’t have the weight of med school on his shoulders. I couldn’t compare his desire to listen to me ramble on about my new job to the limited time that Griff had. That wasn’t fair. Just like it wasn’t fair for me to ask Griff when he would be here to spend the weekend.
He didn’t mention it and I didn’t ask. Which meant he wasn’t coming. I could tell by the tone of his voice and the way he was talking about needing to write a paper that he had no time to come up here to see me. I wouldn’t let that get to me. Albert had informed me we’d be closed on the weekends during the next four months, except for a couple weekends in December when Portsmouth had another round of tourists. I would come up with something else to do over the weekend. Maybe I should clean. I also had a few boxes left to unpack.
Today was Thursday, though, and I wouldn’t worry about that now. Besides, Griff may still call this evening or tomorrow with plans of coming to visit. I could also go visit him. Tonight I would open up the wine that Creed had brought me the other night and watch Hallmark Christmas movies. No thoughts of Griff or going to see him. That could wait. Today had been a great one at work and we had almost unfinished uncrating the exhibit. I was excited about the coming week when we would prepare for opening the exhibit to the public.
When I pulled into my driveway, a silver Jeep was already parked there and the engine was running. Exhaust from the heater gave that away. I parked under the carport and wrapped my scarf around my neck, before opening the car door and stepping out. Creed was already out of his Jeep standing in front of it, waiting on me.
“Hey,” I said more pleased than I should be to see him. It was hard to get lonely when he kept showing up.
“Come with me,” he said with a grin on his face. I wasn’t sure any female would say no to Creed Sullivan when he told them to come with him. So, I didn’t feel guilty when I nodded and asked no questions before heading to the passenger side of his Jeep.
When we were both inside the warmth I buckled up the looked at him. “Where are we going?” I asked him.
“Do you remember Fleur Young?” he asked me.
How could I forget? Fleur was in love with Creed when we were kids. One summer when I had returned, they were an item although it didn’t last. My returning to Portsmouth had ended it quickly. Creed had broken up with Fleur and we had begun our whatever it was when we were fifteen. Fleur tried to make my life hell when she got the chance.
“Uh, yes. I recall Fleur,” I said the words a little too sourly.
Creed chuckled and I cut my eyes at him. “It’s been awhile but I don’t think Fleur wants to rehash old times with me. We have no old times worth speaking of,” I told him.
His crooked grin was so damn sexy I had to look away from him. Why did the man have to get better with age? He had been beautiful enough when we were teenagers. Just ask freaking Fleur Young about it.
“Fleur and her husband, Josh Clark, own a bar in Hampton. It’s not a big place, but it’s on the water and they have the best Lobster rolls in the state. Some nights they have live music. I fill in for them if I can. Just me without a band.”
Fleur was married. I relaxed a little then and I knew I was being ridiculous. I wasn’t with Creed. If they had been dating that would have been fine. I wasn’t sixteen anymore. Odd how my thinking it over rationally still didn’t make the idea of Fleur and Creed together okay.
“Oh,” I said, trying not