Page 108 of What If I See You

“Mmkay.” I point to the few houses sitting at the top of the hill to our left. “So, he’s totally texting his wife right now telling her that he’s stuck in traffic and he’ll be home late but really he just banged one of the wealthy housewives that live in one of those houses up there after dropping off his taxes for her husband to file for him.”

Griffin nods, grabbing his bottle of cola. “And the lack of shoes?”

“Oh, he tossed those suckers in the ocean so he can tell his wife later that he also got mugged. See the breeze messing up his hair?”

“Mhmm.”

“That’s just an excuse for his sex-bedhead.”

“Impressive. I like it.” He laughs.

I point to a man nearly the size of Griffin with broad shoulders, thick calves and a tattoo sleeve on each arm. He’s shirtless, of course, and walking next to a beautiful woman with long black hair and dark sunglasses wearing an itty-bitty pink bikini. “What about those two?” I ask Griffin. “What’s their story?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” he says. “That guy’s a muffin.”

I snort. “A muffin?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “But not just any muffin. He’s like, the fucking best muffin you could ever have. Like the most awesome tasting muffin. You know the kind that you pick out of the glass case at the bakery but the assistant behind the glass goes to pick up the muffin behind the muffin and you’re like no, no, not that muffin! I want the one in front of that muffin. Yeah…he’s that muffin.”

“And the girl?”

“Serial killer.”

“What?” I burst out a laugh.

“Yeah but she’s super discreet and is never around to clean up the mess because there’s never a mess. She’s a waitress who poisons the food of every sixteenth customer who walks into her diner that day. So those people eat the food and then go home to their respective lives and keel over and die. Nobody knows what killed them and if an autopsy shows some kind of poison in their system, detectives can never figure out where it came from because the people poisoned come from all walks of life.” He shrugs like this story is straight off the evening news.

“Wow. That was better than me. Maybe you should be the one to write books.”

“Nah.” He wrinkles his nose. “I would suck at actually putting the whole story together, but I would totally be the guy to help build your storyline.” He sips his cola again. “Or, you know…if you need help with those super porny scenes. I’m your guy.”

I roll my eyes and slap him on his upper arm. “They are not porny scenes you big goofball.”

“Okay, okay, you’re right.” He leans over and kisses my lips and then nudges his nose with mine. “Maybe later we can create our own porny scene.”

“I like the way you’re thinking Mr. Ollenberg but you’re still on physical rest for another week.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good thing I’ve got a few ideas up my sleeve then, Naughty. For now, I’m going to watch you eat that wiener and then we’ll head to stop number two.”

A few ideas…

Porny ideas?

What could he possibly be thinking?

“Oooh,this is literally the best bookstore in this entire town!” I squeal, clapping my hands when Griffin turns into the parking lot. “Are we really stopping here?”

“Hell yeah, we are. My girl deserves a dream date. She’s getting her dream date.”

Dream date?

When did…?

“Wait…” My eyes bulge as I turn my head to face Griffin. “Are you…did you…?”

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