Drive Me Wild - Melanie Harlow Page 0,87
can’t! I just can’t.” She shook her head. “And anyway, he always says he doesn’t want to date.”
“True,” I admitted. “Guess it sucks to be you.”
Frowning, she picked up the fry again and threw it at me. “You’re such an asshole.”
“I’m kidding.” I picked up the fry from the floor and tossed it into the trash. “And maybe he does want to date, but he’s worried about Mariah.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know. I’m just thinking that it can’t be easy to think about dating when you’re trying to raise a kid on your own. He worries about her all the time. In fact, I meant to ask you if you knew any child therapists. He’s looking for one.”
“He is?” Cheyenne’s face grew concerned. “Is Mariah okay?”
“I think so, but she’s dealing with some stuff, and he thought it would be helpful for her to talk about it with someone that’s not him.”
She nodded. “Totally. And yes, I do. Should I reach out to him?”
I thought for a moment. “You know what, I’ll tell him to reach out to you.”
“Perfect.”
We finished eating and opened two more beers. “So can I ask about her now?” Cheyenne ventured.
“No.”
“Griffin, come on. What happened?”
I took a long drink. “I made a mistake.”
“How so?”
“Letting her stay here.”
“Well, what choice did you have? Blair was broker than her car, Mom was being top-shelf manipulative, and every place around here was booked. She had nowhere to go, Griff. Were you supposed to put her on the street?”
I said nothing and took another sip.
“I mean, I guess you could have loaned her some money so she could’ve stayed at the motel and rented a car. But you liked having her around, didn’t you?”
“For a while.”
“I could tell. So what changed? Why the big blow-up?”
I rolled my eyes. “I take it Lanette called you.”
“I saw her at the game tonight.”
Shrugging, I tipped my beer up again. “It was bound to happen.”
“Was it? I had lunch with Blair last week, and all she did was gush about you the entire time. I literally almost vomited in my lap, it was so disgusting. She has real feelings for you, Griff.”
“What did she say?” I asked, then immediately regretted it. “Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“She called you a real man. She said how much she admired you for your work ethic, and your honesty, and your commitment to Dad’s legacy.”
“I said I didn’t want to know,” I snapped.
“She mentioned your bravery, the fact that you served your country. She hadn’t heard about your Silver Star, but don’t worry, I filled her in about that.”
I breathed hard, my nostrils flaring.
“And then there was all this stuff about your blue eyes, or maybe it was your big hands or your muscles—I don’t know, I was pretty grossed out, so I made her stop talking.”
“Can I make you stop talking?”
“My point is,” she went on, “the woman wants to be with you, Griff. Like, really, really wants to be with you.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but it’s not possible.”
She stared at me, took a sip of her beer, and sighed. “I wasn’t going to do this, but okay.”
“Do what?”
“I know about the parts.”
“What parts?” I asked, although I had a sinking feeling I knew exactly.
“The parts for her car that came in more than a week before you actually installed them.”
Furious, I finished off my beer and cracked open another. “Fucking McIntyre. He told Emily?”
“Uh huh.”
I shook my head. “I swear to God, there is no privacy in this town.”
“I’m not judging you, brother.” She held up her hands. “I get it. You didn’t want her to leave. What I don’t get is why you didn’t want her to stay.”
There was no way to make her understand without telling her the entire painful history, and I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I loved my sister, but I couldn’t share everything with her.
Not like I could with Blair.
The realization that I trusted Blair more than I’d ever trusted anyone made me squirm. “I realized I’m better off alone, okay? Let’s leave it at that.”
She sighed. “Whatever you say.” Then she looked around. “Where’s Bisou? You’ll be glad to know I think I found a home for her.”
“Already?”
“Yeah. Just waiting on final confirmation.” Then she looked at me. “If that’s okay. You can keep her if you’d like. I just thought—”
“I’ll keep her.”
Cheyenne’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”
“Yeah. I want to keep her.”
What the hell was I doing? That damn cat was just another reminder of