Josh shrugged. “She always acts like she hates you.”
“Turns out there’s a fine line between hate and lust,” Matt muttered.
Josh slid him another look. “You’ve wanted her forever. You should be grinning like an idiot. It wasn’t good?”
He’d done his share of grinning like an idiot. And it’d been good. Hell, if it’d been any better, they’d have gone up in flames. But-
“
Matt rolled over the ledge. “Fluke. Just a one-time fluke.”
Josh came up on an elbow, sweaty and dirty and grinning. “
“Fuck.” Matt stared up at the sky, also gasping for breath. “Fine. But I’m not putting out afterward.”
Amy would have liked to be studying a map and planning her next leg of Grandma Rose’s journey. But nope. She was working. She was
And as a bonus, it was raining again. Or still. But Jan had put out a buy-one-entree-get-one-free Facebook post, and now, for the dinner rush, Eat Me was packed. The crowd was rowdy, but Amy had learned she could serve and daydream at the same time.
The call to her mom hadn’t yielded much help, and Amy still had no idea what the third and last leg of Rose’s trip had been. All she knew was that Rose had found her heart. Giving up a bathroom break, Amy pulled her grandma’s journal from her purse, and in a back corner of the kitchen, flipped through it.
All the way around and back… Not much in the way of directions, Amy thought. But she was beginning to wonder if maybe her grandma might have meant that they’d taken the Rim Trail all the way around from the north rim to the south rim. It was a good possibility, or at least the best one she had.
“Amy!” Jan yelled. “Another call for you!”
Amy put the journal away. This time when she picked up the kitchen phone and said “hello,” there was a pause but not a hang-up. “
The voice was raspy and male. “Tell Riley that she can run, but she can’t hide.”
Adrenaline kicked in. “Who is this?”
Nothing.
“
Click.
And then a dial tone.
“The hell you are.”
“Okay, two then.” Without waiting for approval that she wasn’t going to get, Amy grabbed the new backpack that she’d bought at the hardware store half a block down the street, then stepped out the back door on a hunch.
The hunch paid off.
Riley was sitting on the stoop, under the protection of the overhang, watching the rain come down. Amy sat next to her and set the backpack in the teen’s lap.
“What’s this?” Riley asked.
“Yours is all ripped up.”
Riley ran her fingers over the tags still attached to the pack. “So you bought me a new one?”
“Yeah.”
Riley started to shake her head and push the backpack away, but Amy put her hand on it, holding it in Riley’s lap. “It was on sale, and Anderson-the shop owner-gave me a big discount, so it’s no big deal. I want you to have it.”
Riley stared down at the backpack and then unzipped it. Inside were the incidentals Amy had put in there: flashlight, water bottle, beef jerky…
Riley swallowed hard and said nothing.
Amy looked at her for a long moment, not sure how to proceed. When she’d been in Riley’s situation, showing emotion had been the same as showing weakness, and there’d been no room for weakness and vulnerability in her life. None. Even if a person had meant well, Amy hadn’t been able to let her guard down to show any vulnerability.
Riley couldn’t either.
Amy got that, but damn, it was hard to watch, wanting so badly to reach out and help, knowing that Riley wouldn’t easily let herself be helped. “There’s a set of spare batteries in the inside pocket. Being unprepared sucks beans, and trust me, I know it all too well.”
“You didn’t have to do this.”
“I know.” Amy looked at her. “And you could have come inside. I’ve been hoping you’d show up. I’ve got a fully loaded club sandwich, fries, and a big fat glass of soda with your name on it.”
Riley stared at her, clearly at war between her pride and her need for sustenance. “How did you know I’d be out here?”
“Guessed.” Amy didn’t have the heart to tell Riley that kids like her were creatures of hard-learned habits. Along with Amy’s apartment, Riley had been fed here and taken care of here at the diner. Sheer need would drive her back to the same few places over and over until that changed. “Come on.” Amy stood and gestured with a jerk of her chin to the back door. “I’ve got to get back in there before Jan blows a gasket. Believe me, no one wants to see that.”
Amy sat Riley at the front counter and served her a big plate of food. Lucille and her cronies were at a table close by, cackling it up over something one of them had on her smartphone. Josh and Matt came in the front door. Both were wearing climbing clothes and looking like extremely fine male specimens. As they walked through the diner, every female in the place watched. Lucille even snapped a picture on her iPhone, which Amy figured would be on Facebook before she could serve their drinks.
Not that she was immune to the men, or their allure. Josh always looked good, and this evening, even dusty and slightly sweaty, he looked like he could walk right onto the cover of
But Amy’s eyes were on Matt. Because if Josh looked good, Matt looked amazing, and
He pushed his dark sunglasses to the top of his head and searched her out. There was no other word for it. His eyes roamed over the diner until he found her. He looked her over, making her every nerve ending tingle with awareness, though his gaze was more inquisitive than sexual, as if making sure she was okay, though she had no idea why she wouldn’t be.
Then he smiled, and oh, how her misbehaving nipples loved that predatory smile. If his intense, concerned
