Drive Me Wild - Melanie Harlow Page 0,7
danced with men in tuxedoes, and pretended to have a good time.”
“Sounds like torture.”
“It was,” I said, although he might have been kidding. “Because inside, I was slowly dying. I kept asking myself, ‘Is this it? Am I just going to be bored and unfulfilled the rest of my life? Is being rich worth the price of my soul?’”
“I don’t know. Your soul is probably more expensive than mine.”
“So I decided to do something about it, and for the last couple years I worked in the kitchen at a coffee shop every morning on the sly, from five to eight a.m. Then I’d run home, clean up, and make it into the office by nine. My family never knew.”
“Good for you.” He chuckled, and I noticed the dimple in his chin.
“What’s funny about that?”
“I don’t know.” He adjusted his cap again. “It’s just that a job is an odd thing to have to hide from your parents.”
“Not if they’re my parents. Anyway, when this huge reversal of fortune happened, I decided to take it as a sign I needed to escape my old life and start a new one somewhere else. So that’s what I’m doing.”
“Good luck.”
“Thank you.” I studied him then, waiting for him to tell me his story. It was only polite to reciprocate, right? “Sooo,” I prompted.
“So what?”
“So what about you?”
“I’m a mechanic. My parents approved.”
I waited for more. “That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Did you always want to be a mechanic?”
He gave me a funny look. “You talk a lot.”
“Conversation is a lost art.”
“I think you found it.”
I sighed, giving up on art and moving on to more practical matters. “So how bad is the damage to my car? Will it be expensive to fix? How long will it take?”
“Hard to say.” He studied my MG for a moment, then got down on his hands and knees and looked at the ground beneath it. “Thanks to the pothole you hit, you definitely need a new tire and some work on your front end, but I think you might need brakes too. How old is this car?”
“Old.”
“Do you know what year?”
“I think 1971.”
He looked over at me. “You think?”
I shrugged. “That’s what the guy said.”
“What guy?”
“The guy who sold it to me last week. I got a really good deal on it because it had been in his barn for a while.”
“Oh, Jesus.” Griffin got to his feet and brushed off his hands. “I’ll look everything over tomorrow. Make sure it’s safe.”
“But how much is that going to cost? As I’ve mentioned, I’m not particularly liquid at the moment.”
“We’ll figure something out.” He glanced down the street toward the pub and rubbed the back of his neck. His clothes were kind of dirty and he looked like he might have gotten sweaty earlier, but I found myself admiring his broad shoulders and trim waist. I bet he had those six-pack ab muscles too. I’d never actually seen any in person, but he seemed like the kind of guy that would have them.
“Would you like to sit down?” I scooted over to one side of the bench to make more room.
He ambled over and sat, crossing his arms over his chest. “Thanks.”
I couldn’t stop staring at his thick forearms, his wide hands. “Thanks for not letting me hit the ground, by the way. You must have fast reflexes.”
He shrugged. “More like good instincts.”
We sat in silence for a moment, and I looked up and down the street. “This looks like a cute little town. Did you grow up here?”
“Yep.”
I waited for him to ask me where I’d grown up.
He didn’t.
“Belle Meade, Tennessee,” I announced anyway. “That’s where I’m from. And I’m headed in the direction of a place called Cloverleigh Farms.”
“Never heard of it.”
“Really?” I frowned. “Shoot, I hope I was going the right way.”
“Where is it?”
“The Leelenau Peninsula.”
He nodded. “You’re good. That’s about three hours north of here.”
“Whew,” I said, peeling off my gloves and fanning my face.
After a minute he asked, “You’re moving to a farm?”
I laughed. “Does that surprise you?”
“Actually, yes.”
“Well, it’s not just a farm. It’s also an inn with a winery and a restaurant. It’s run by the Sawyer family, and I stayed there once several years ago for a wedding and fell in love with it. It’s beautiful. And it gave me the most incredible feeling. If a place could love you back, or like, grow arms and hug you, that’s what this place would do. So that’s why I’m going there.”
“To feel the hug.”
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