Chapter Five
She’d been warned that Jack Garner would be difficult but no one had prepared her for his overwhelming sex appeal.
If Erin Riley had known the author was more buff and better-looking than the guy on the cover of his action-adventure novel, she wasn’t sure she’d have taken this job as his book coach. Quite possibly she was in over her head. She’d already failed the first test by not researching the man she would be working for. He’d just answered her knock on his door and all she could do was stare.
“Are you selling something?” He glanced at her wheeled suitcase.
“No. Sorry.” She took a deep, cleansing breath. “I’m Erin Riley. Cheryl Kavanagh sent me.”
“My editor.” His dark blue eyes narrowed. “Cut the crap.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re here to babysit me.” He glanced over his shoulder and called, “Harley!”
Moments later some black-and-white creature ran outside, stopped beside Jack and looked up adoringly. Erin could respect the feeling.
Jack closed the front door and proceeded down the three steps. “Walk.”
She wasn’t sure if he meant her, but left the suitcase on the porch and hurried after him. That’s when she realized the creature was without a doubt the ugliest dog she’d ever seen. It looked like a four-legged elf, a mythical being straight out of The Hobbit. The thing was small with a hairy head that didn’t look substantial enough to hold up the ginormous ears. Stick legs had tufts of fur by the paws and some kind of garment made of camouflage material covered the skinny, hairless body.
Fascination with the dog would have to wait. She moved quickly to catch up to the man. For him and his long legs it might be considered a walk, but she nearly had to jog to keep up. He was headed toward Blackwater Lake—the body of water from which this small town in Montana took its name.
“Mr. Garner—”
“Jack.”
She assumed that meant he was giving her permission to call him by his first name. “All right. Jack.”
They passed a building on the dock that said Blackwater Lake Marina and Bait Shop. Almost all of the slips in the natural bay were full, and held small boats and some that looked more luxurious and big enough to sleep on.
The scenery was nearly as breathtaking as trying to keep up with Jack. Dark blue lake water stretched ahead of her as far as the eye could see and bumped up against some impressive mountains. Overhead, the blue of the sky was only interrupted by wispy white clouds. It was quiet and serene, a place that on the surface looked to be a perfect writing environment. But if that was the case, she wouldn’t be here.
“So, Jack—”
“Harley, stand down.”
The small dog stopped chasing and barking at the little brown birds that had been pecking in the sketchy grass beside the lake. They took off and the homely animal instantly moved into step beside his human as ordered.
“Girl or boy?” she asked.
“What?” Jack gave her a wary sideways look.
“Is the dog male or female?”
“Male.”
“That’s unexpected.”
“Meaning?”
“I would never have figured a guy like you to have a dog like this.”
“Are you insulting my dog?”
Oh, boy. How did she put into words that she’d been profiling and figured a manly man like Jack Garner would have a big, burly guy dog. Pit bull. Rottweiler. Bulldog. The problem was the ugly little animal didn’t seem compatible with a man who’d spent a good number of years in the United States Army Special Forces Operations, Ranger Battalion. She only knew that from reading his book and the short bio in the back.
Finding the words was like trying to navigate a minefield. “I just... The two of you are—” She sighed.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing.” Aside from not being very attractive. Unlike his owner, who was so attractive her toes were curling. There were a lot of things she could say. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is only skin deep. Don’t judge a book by its cover. She finally settled on a question. “Why did you pick him?”
“It’s classified.”
He could tell her, but he’d have to kill her? He looked like he wanted to do that anyway.
“Okay,” she said. “What kind of dog is he?”
“A Chinese crested.”
“I see. Sounds noble.” She knew very little about dogs.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
Did she get points for not saying that? At least it was the segue she’d been
