smiling at Ted. He clapped his hands together. "What are we going to do today?" The other man was a part-time county lifeguard. His leftover hours seemed to revolve around surfing and partying, both of which made him the perfect companion in Griffin's eyes.
Ted's expression turned troubled. "I don't know, Griff. Maybe I should take off."
"What? Why?"
"You'd probably like some privacy."
It wasn't exactly panic that shot through him at that last word, but it was close enough to make Griffin's voice tight. "I would hate some privacy. What's going on?"
Ted shifted one shoulder. "The librarian. You're supposed to be writing, she said."
"The librarian doesn't know what she's talking about." Glancing over his shoulder, he checked the view out the window. She wasn't there. The tightness around his throat eased. "I don't owe anyone anything," he lied.
Ted's hands were worrying the scarlet bikini top. "Yeah? But still...there's something about what she said...."
"There's something about her!" Griffin interrupted, glancing over his shoulder again. "You're dreaming she's naked, her mouth is annoying the hell out of me, and - " He broke off as the woman in question came into sight through his window.
" - she's stealing my dog."
He stalked closer to the glass. Sure enough, she had threaded what looked like a belt through Private's kerchief-collar. Though he couldn't hear her words, it was clear she was coaxing the dog to follow her. He rapped on the glass with his knuckles.
"Hey!" he yelled, cranking open the window. "Leave my pet alone. Besides being a party crasher, are you a dognapper too?"
She froze, those lips of hers turning down in a frown. She looked from Griffin to the animal, then back to Griffin again. Her eyes narrowed.
"Hell," he muttered, knowing what was coming next. He'd just given her the damn idea himself.
Jane put her free hand on her hip. "Come out and get him."
"You don't want me to do that." He assumed his fiercest expression, the one that had caused a gunman to hesitate a crucial second at a Taliban-manned checkpoint, thus saving Griffin's life.
Jane, however, merely tapped a toe. "Is that supposed to be a threat? Are you going to come out here and just do-nothing me to death? You can't meet a deadline, let alone mete out some kind of punishment."
Rage burned in Griffin's belly. "Ted," he said, with a jerk of his head. "Go out there and get Private."
"No way. I'm afraid of the dog."
Griffin shot his friend a look. Ted let Private share sandwiches with him, alternating bites. "Bullshit."
"Okay. I'm afraid of her."
Jane apparently heard the exchange because she was laughing. "You're not the only one," she called out.
Griffin saw red again. He strode to the back door and threw it open. Then he advanced on the governess, determined to get back his dog and get her on her way, never to return.
"Stealing's pretty low, lady," he said in a menacing voice. "You think it's okay to purloin man's best friend? Abscond with an innocent animal?"
She laughed again. "Purloin. Abscond. You're good with synonyms, at least. Maybe there's hope after all that you can meet your authorial commitment."
This close he could smell her. It was a sweet, feminine scent, and it almost dizzied him as he made to snatch the impromptu leash from her hand.
"Don't touch her!" a cranky elderly voice snapped.
"What?" Griffin glanced over to see Old Man Monroe approaching, his beetled brows and stabbing cane making clear he was on another of his tirades. "What's got you riled now?"
"I won't allow you to hurt that young lady."
Hurt her? He had never wanted to hurt a woman in his life, which was probably how the thing with Erica had gotten so out of hand. He hadn't even wanted to wound her with the truth. "I'm not touching the young lady. What's she to you anyway?"
Old Man Monroe, who had likely been bad-tempered for all ninety-four years he'd been on the planet, looked at Griffin with undisguised dislike. It didn't bother him a lick. It had been the man's attitude toward both Griffin and his brother every vacation since they'd begun running around the cove on their own as kids.
"She saved me from calling county animal control. Your mangy mutt was in my garden again. Wouldn't budge an inch, even though I was throwing my old GI boots at him."
"Couldn't hit the side of a barn," Jane murmured under her breath, "but I thought I should get your pup out of there anyway."
"Would have cost you three hundred bucks