Griffin’s expression darkened, his fist on the bar clenched. “Okay. Tomorrow. We’ll try again. Come to my office at the yard. I’ll go with you up to the Channel Marker. Wear the same thing. You look nothing like yourself in that getup.”
I patted my wig. “Do I look bad?”
Now why in all of creation had I asked that? Like some insecure schoolgirl. But danged if it wasn’t the first thing that came to mind. Deep down inside under my “You don’t like him” vow was the dumb girl who wanted to be attractive to Griffin. Ugh. I hated her.
He looked at me, taking in the whole look. Then he shrugged a shoulder. “I like it when you’re fussed up. That shirt and boots aren’t you. But I dig the short, dark hair.”
“Oh. Well, thanks. I think.” I looked down at the napkins in my hand. “I can go alone. I’m not afraid to.”
“Have you ever been to the Channel Marker?” he asked.
“Obviously I haven’t.”
“I’m coming with you. No arguments.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll take your help.” I was resigned to the fact that I had another date with Griffin tomorrow. No, not date. Just a person helping another person. “I’ve sort of lost my appetite. You want to get—”
Griffin flagged down the bartender. “Bring us the loaded cheese fries and a club sandwich to share.”
“I guess that means we’re eating?” I said with a sigh, wanting to get out before Scott had a chance to see us. Besides, he’d ordered for me without even asking what I wanted. I never ate cheese fries. Those were for teenaged girls or, well, guys like Griffin. They were, like, a bajillion calories. I would just stick to my half of the club, removing the bacon, of course.
But fifteen minutes later, with gooey cheese, sour cream, and bacon covering the enormous plate of carbaliciousness, I changed my mind. Cheese fries were sort of genius, and my lunch date wasn’t bad, either. I even ate my half of the sandwich with the bacon. Life was short. And I could add another twenty minutes to my workout.
And bonus—when we left Rendezvous, Scott was still chatting up his business-lunch date. He’d never even laid eyes on me or Griffin.
On our way back to Printemps, Griffin and I talked about music, arguing over our favorite country music legends and then which barbecue place in Memphis was our favorite. By the time we pulled into my parking lot, I realized that for the first time in many, many weeks, I had enjoyed myself, forgetting about my problems as we debated the merits of dry versus wet ribs. Ruby’s cousin had a knack for conversation once he pulled the stick from his butt.
As Griffin shifted Ruby’s car into park, I said as much. “You know, outside of total failure at catching Scott and almost dying from choking, this was kind of fun. I mean, cheese fries are amazing. Who knew?”
“Um, everyone.”
I smiled. “Yeah, I guess I lean toward a salad and Perrier.”
Griffin snorted. Then he turned off the engine. “Look, I know you took Juke off your case, but I think you need to tell him what Scott did with your savings and tell him about your suspicions that he may be involved in something sketchy. Juke used to work for the sheriff’s office and knows how to investigate all kinds of things from drug rings to white-collar crime. He still has contacts. Snapping a few pictures of your husband with another woman is one thing. Trying to nail him on something else could be harder . . . and dangerous.”
“Well, I had planned on asking Juke to do that. But this morning when I went to discuss things with him, I found him drunk. Or so hungover that he still seemed drunk. The man needs rehab, not more work.”
Griffin banged his hand on the steering wheel. “Damn it. I had hoped . . . Look, let me talk to him. He lost his wife a few years ago and then his career. You’re right. He needs help, and the family can’t ignore that any longer. Still, let him help you for the next day or two.”
I hadn’t known that Juke had lost his wife. Ruby had never said much about Juke at all. Then again, Ruby was fairly quiet about her past life. But I felt bad for Juke, losing so much in his life and trying to fill it up with the wrong things. I knew loss. I knew redirecting and trying to undo and redo everything. “Okay.”
Griffin nodded. “Thank you. Everyone needs a second chance. There are some in life who let it pass them by. Others pick it up and don’t look back. Like Ruby.”
I paused at those words because I didn’t know what he meant. Second chance for Ruby? When had she lost her first chance? I started to ask but instead held my tongue. “Well, guess I better go back to work. Thanks again for helping me out. I know I’m not your favorite person, so it was really—”