“And you made truckloads of money,” Maylee said. “And rubbed their noses in it.”
He laughed. “I made truckloads of money,” he agreed. “And then I paid off all of Mother and George’s debts.”
Her brows drew together. “Why?”
“Family loyalty, I suppose.” Though sometimes, he wondered why he did so. It certainly hadn’t improved things with Mother or George. If anything, they resented him more for carving his own path and ending up incredibly wealthy.
“Your family sounds like a bunch of jerks, Griff.”
“They’re titled. They can’t be jerks. Snobs and assholes, yes. Jerks, no.”
She laughed and tossed a piece of her cone to the ground. Immediately, birds flocked to it and she began to tear off another piece. “It sounds very sad and lonely, if you ask me. Do you have family in the States, then?”
He thought of the Brotherhood, his friends who had been at his side and helped him more than any family member possibly could have. “I have friends. It’s enough for me.”
His phone buzzed.
Griffin pulled it out of his pocket and grimaced at the photo that popped up. Jonathan and the foreman of his dig, squatting next to a dug trench and grinning like a pair of idiots. “Speaking of friends,” he said dryly. “Jonathan is determined to make me hate him, it seems.”
She peered over his shoulder at the picture. “Because he’s there and you’re not?”
“I couldn’t abandon Alex,” he said. “Though I do wish heartily that she had eloped.”
Maylee laughed.
Chapter Eleven
They spent the day walking the streets of Bellissime, hand in hand. Maylee purchased a few souvenirs, but they spent most of the time simply strolling, visiting tourist spots, and tasting confections at every dessert shop they passed. By the time they headed back to the hotel, Griffin’s feet hurt and his stomach ached from too much chocolate, but he’d enjoyed every moment of the day.
Maylee tugged her hand from his when they got to their floor and headed to her door.
He was surprised. They’d kissed several times today, and flirted even more. They’d held hands for hours. Was she not going to sleep by him tonight? He’d be lying if he didn’t admit he’d been thinking about it all day. “Is something wrong?”
She shook her head and pushed open her door. “Just need to call my Mama and do a few things.” And she disappeared inside before he could protest.
Was she blowing him off? Tired of spending all her time with him? Frustrated, Griffin tore off the hideous baseball cap he was wearing and tossed it onto the bed. He picked up his book and began to read, but irritation kept him from being able to concentrate. Instead, he got up and began to pace.
The faint sound of Maylee’s voice made him pause, and he leaned against the door adjoining their rooms. She was definitely on the phone, though her voice was pitched too low for him to make out. He sighed and returned back to the bed and picked up his book again, reading the same paragraph over and over. Why was it so important that she call her mother just before bedtime? He’d thought they’d gotten along very well today. Actually, more than just well. He’d never felt so comfortable with a woman. Normally, his relationships were one awkward scenario after another, a brief round of fucking and then eventual mutual apathy.#p#分页标题#e#
He could honestly say there was not an ounce of apathy as far as Maylee was concerned. In fact, he rather hated that she was gone. Did he say he hated hovering? Was that why she’d disappeared? To give him space? Because he rather liked her hovering. She listened to all of his stories and seemed genuinely interested in them, as opposed to simply humoring him. He’d even talked about his current project for at least an hour, comparing their theoretical Atlantis to Tarshish and why they were pursuing the ruins in Spain versus the Mediterranean like most assumed where Atlantis was located, if it indeed existed.
She’d seemed interested. Unless he was just bad at reading her? Perhaps he’d said something that troubled her and she wanted someone to complain to? A guilty stab made him sit up in bed. Had he inadvertently hurt her feelings again with his careless words? Hell.
Griffin got up from the bed and went to the adjoining door. He raised his hand to knock just as she opened it.
She looked at his hand in surprise, and then beamed at him. “Miss me, didja?”
He lowered his hand. “Is something wrong?”
“Nope.” She stepped into his room and shut the door behind her.
“Do we need to talk?”
“Nope,” she repeated, and began to undo the zipper on her tight jeans. “Wanna shower?”