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“I’ll head over there now and have a beer. Don’t bail on me or I’ll show up at your door.”
“I’ll be there. I promise.”
After a quick shower, I put on a denim mini skirt and black tank. Skeeter’s isn’t a place you dress up for. Even though it serves food, it’s more of a bar than a restaurant. A lot of the locals hang out there so it’s possible someone will harass me because of my dad, but if so, Nina will kick their ass. She’s lived here her whole life and knows most everyone’s deepest, darkest secrets so she’s not someone you want on your bad side. As long as she’s with me, people will leave me alone.
At seven I text her I’m on my way. As I’m grabbing my keys off the kitchen counter, an image of that guy pops in my head. What if he’s still walking? He’s got to be dying of thirst. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, then go out to my car.
It’s still light out, and as I’m driving I try to calculate where he might be right now. When I saw him, he was probably five miles from my house. I’m sure he’s walked at least a mile or two since then.
Driving past Old Man Miller’s house, I stop suddenly because I swear I just saw that guy in Miller’s driveway. Maybe that’s his grandson. I didn’t think Mr. Miller had any kids. Then again, I’ve only met him one time and we didn’t talk long so I don’t know that much about him.
Against my better judgment, I back the car up and pull into Miller’s driveway. The guy has his back to me, but turns when he hears the loud rumbling engine of my car as it pulls up beside him.
“Hey,” I say, putting the car in park. Since I can’t get my window all the way down my view of him is partially blocked through the dusty glass.
He sighs. “Now what?”
“I was driving by and saw you here.” I turn the car off and get out so I can see him without the glass obstruction. Damn, he’s hot. Even sweaty and covered in dirt, he still looks good. “Are you Mr. Wilson’s grandson?”
He wipes the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand and glares at me. “Is everyone in this town as nosy as you?”
“I’m not nosy. I’m just being friendly. We’re neighbors so I thought I should stop by and say hello.”
His brows rise. “We’re neighbors?”
Shit. I probably shouldn’t have said that. If he’s some crazy drifter with no relation to Miller, I don’t want him knowing where I live.
I catch his eyes lowering to my body, just a quick glance, first at my tight tank then down at my short skirt.
His eyes dart back up at my face. “Which house?”
“It’s a few miles down the road,” I say, trying to be vague, but there are so few houses out here that he could easily figure it out. “Mr. Miller didn’t mention his grandson was coming to town.”
“I’m not his grandson, not that it’s any of your business.” He looks to the side, and I’m pretty sure I saw an eye roll.
“It’s my business if you’re here without Mr. Miller’s permission. He’s a friend and friends look out for each other.”
The guy stares at me, that intense stare like he gave me earlier. “If he’s such a good friend, where is he right now?”
“In his house.” I point to it, having no idea if Mr. Miller is actually in there. “Which you would know if you were really here to see him.”
“I’m not here to see him. And he’s not in his house.”
“Then where is he?” I ask, feeling more and more nervous as the guy stares at me with those deep brown eyes. It makes me want to look away, but I don’t. I hold his gaze, and for some unexplained reason, feel something stirring inside me. I’ve heard the body can confuse danger with arousal so maybe that’s why I’m feeling this way, although if that’s true, it means he’s dangerous. But I don’t think he is, which means the arousal I’m feeling is because I’m attracted to him. Why would I be attracted to a guy who’s has been nothing but rude to me?
“He’s in Florida,” the guy says. “At a condo on the beach.”
“Florida?” I ask confused. “Are you sure? Because Mr. Miller isn’t the type of person who travels. In fact, I doubt he’s ever left Kansas.”
The guy glances over at the deserted road. “He came into some money. Thought he’d take a trip. An extended vacation.” He looks back at me. “While he’s gone, I’m renting his house.”
Now I’m even more confused. “Why would you rent his house? There’s nothing to do in this town and there aren’t any jobs. Why would you move here?”
“I have to go.” He walks off.
“Wait.” I run up to him. “What’s your name?”
He pauses, his eyes darting to the side. “Kyle.”
