him out of a celebratory mood? "Does he ever have a good time at those parties he throws?"
Ted shrugged. "Truth? Since he moved to the cove, I don't think Griffin has had any good times at all."
But he'd changed up the circumstances, Jane mused. Without the diversion of booze and bikinis, maybe he was ready to settle down to work. Optimism made her hungry, she realized, and the cookies looked so good. She grabbed one and, as she felt the hard press of Private's body, broke off a hefty piece for him.
Ted watched the dog gobble it down. "We should probably keep the canine treat-sharing sorta secret, okay? Our furry buddy here eats that low-cal kibble, and Griffin's always after me when I feed him scraps."
"Oops." She made a face. "He won't hear it from me."
"As a matter of fact," Ted continued, "you won't tell Griff we visited at all, will you? We're under strict instructions to avoid No. 8, but Private isn't so good with orders."
Jane sighed. So much for optimism. "I suppose that means I shouldn't expect Griffin to start cooperating with me anytime soon."
The surfer shrugged, his expression sympathetic. "Well, he did close down Party Central."
Hope lightened her mood a little. "Does he look like he's buckling down to work? You know, sitting at a table with a laptop or a pad and pen?"
Ted ran his hand over his hair. "He's in a chair. Like you said, at a table."
Ha! Jane felt herself smiling. "That's good! That's very good."
"But there's no computer. And I haven't seen a scrap of paper or a writing implement anywhere in the house."
Jane considered this. "Do you suppose he's working it out in his head? Making mental plans, might you say?"
"He's got his iPod blasting so loud that I don't believe he can hear himself think," Ted replied. "And he's playing cards. Hand after hand of solitaire."
Man and dog left soon after that, and their visit made Jane dispirited enough that she ate two more cookies - pessimism apparently made her hungry too - while staring morosely into the distance. First it was the warning of wolves and dragons, she thought as she munched. Next it was news of a recluse firmly ensconced in his cave. This did have the feel of a fairy tale.
She took up the glass plate and set it beside Rex's album on the dining table. Then the front door reverberated with yet another round of knocking, and she turned to trudge toward it. "What now?" she muttered, as she pulled it open. "A troll?"
Griffin narrowed his eyes at her. "My mood is a lot uglier than that."
She stepped back to avoid the brush of his body as he barged inside. Though she realized she should welcome him onto her turf, there was a disturbing aura about him. He moved into the small living area, his wide shoulders and simmering temper making the room feel a lot smaller and a lot...hotter.
A memory from the night before burst in her head. His hard hands gripping her bare shoulders. The sandpaper feel of the whiskers edging his lips. The thrust of his tongue, the clack of his teeth against hers, the almost violent edge to the unexpected kiss.
Her stomach muscles had contracted, and though she'd been quaking beneath his touch, she'd opened her mouth wider, succumbing to the insistent demand of his. Beneath her bikini top, her nipples had stiffened, and she'd pressed closer to ease the ache.
When his fingers had tightened on her skin, she'd thought his touch might be tattooed there forever, and her only regret was all the other places he'd yet to make contact.
Then in a move as aggressive as the kiss itself, he'd put her away from him. She'd staggered back, dazed, her gaze on his stiff back as he'd stalked off.
It had taken two hours and a cup of black coffee to realize he'd been using sex to scare her away. Well, not exactly sex...okay, it was exactly sex. A kiss, she realized now, a kiss from Griffin, could be as intimate as any full body connection she'd had with another man. Her nerve endings were still smoking from it.
"Don't look at me like that," Griffin barked.
She felt a blush rise up her neck. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He rolled his eyes, then stalked farther into the room and threw himself down on the couch. "What will it take to get you out of here? You're making me nuts. I can feel