me about your plans with Griff? At the very least, don’t you think you should have warned me that he was coming? I could have made arrangements for him to stay somewhere…” She paused and swept in a breath, shaking her head against the cobwebs that were forming. “Else,” she finished lamely.
Total silence on the other end of the line. Vivian was many things, but never silent, which nudged Alexis’s suspicions to the surface.
“Viv?”
“You aren’t going to be mean to him, are you?”
Even though Vivian couldn’t see the gesture, Alexis rolled her eyes. “Of course not. When have I ever been mean to anybody? But I have to say you’ve put both Griff and me into a difficult dilemma, and frankly, I want to know why. There’s something you’re not sharing with me. Why is it you’re so concerned about whether or not I’m being nice to Griff? Come clean, sister.”
“Just promise me you’re going to treat him with extra-special attention.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? What kind of special attention?” This did not sound good.
“The kind that will be good for both of you! I’m not just doing this for him, you know. Hello! You’re alone. You should pop your head into the real world once in a while. You don’t take care of yourself, you work too hard, and you don’t have enough fun in your life anymore. Play hooky once in a while. Go out to dinner with a guy. With Griff. You know what I mean?”
“Viv! Enough with the matchmaking, already.” Alexis was going to protest further, but Vivian had a point, however poorly made. “Okay. Okay. I’ll admit I’ve got a full schedule with the ranch and the kids, but—”
“When was the last time you went out?” Vivian asked, interrupting her. “On a date? With a man?”
“I know what a date is.” She sighed in exasperation. “And as a matter of fact, I’ll have you know that I—” Her sentence sputtered to a stop.
Uh, oh. Now that she thought about it, it had been a long time since she’d been out on a date, official or otherwise. With her two best friends Samantha and Mary happily married and busy with their new husbands, Alexis had pretty much shifted her social life to the back burner. Sure, she attended church and community events just as she’d always done, but she’d never needed a date to do that.
“Exactly!” Vivian crowed, obviously thrilled to have proved her point. “You don’t take care of yourself, so it is my solemn duty as your twin to do it for you. What are sisters for, if not that? If I’d told you he was coming, you’d have shuffled him off on to someone else. This way, you have to spend time with him—and realize how perfect the two of you are for each other.”
“You said the guy is fresh off a heartbreak,” Alexis pointed out, propping her hand on her hip. “I doubt he’s going to be looking for a new relationship anytime soon.”
“Maybe not right away. But once he sees how sweet and special you are, that’s bound to change.”
“I highly doubt sweet is the first word that comes to mind when he thinks of me.”
“What? Why? What did you do?” Viv’s voice rose and tightened. “You didn’t kick him out of the house, did you? Please tell me you didn’t.”
Alexis groaned. “Not exactly. Well, kind of. He’s going to be staying in the bunkhouse with the ranch hands.”
“You didn’t!” Viv wailed.
Alexis’s face was on fire. She felt as though she needed to dunk her head in a bucket of ice water to cool down. Why was her sister putting her on the spot this way, as if she was the villain in this melodrama? She’d been thrust into the scene with no advance notice and no lines. How was that fair?
“What else was I supposed to do with him?” she demanded. “Did you really think I’d let some man—a stranger, no less—just move into the house with me? It’s not as if I had any warning that he was coming so I would have had time to make proper arrangements.” She couldn’t help but add that little thrust of the knife, although she doubted Vivian picked up on it.
“You be nice to him. It’s important. You’ve got to win him over.” Vivian’s voice took on a desperate edge.
“For the last time, Viv, I am being nice. I didn’t kick him to the curb as I could have done—or worse yet, call the cops on him and have him arrested for trespassing.”
Vivian’s breath caught audibly. “You wouldn’t.”
“Of course not, although it could very easily have gone down that way. I can’t imagine what you were thinking, sending him to town without giving me a heads-up. I thought he’d broken into our house. He scared me half to death, showing up at the crack of dawn with no warning.”
“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that.”
Of course she hadn’t. Vivian rarely thought things through.
“But he’s there now and he’s staying, right?”
“Yes, he’s staying.” In the bunkhouse.
“And you’ll see to it that he’s taken care of? You’ll make sure he feels welcome?”
“Yes, Viv, I’ll look after him while he’s here.”
“Good, that’s good. Be friendly. Talk to him. Get him to talk to you. You’re good at that, and he needs it—he’s been doing the hermit thing lately. Oh, but you can’t tell him any of what I told you.” Vivian’s voice dropped to a dramatic whisper. “He was completely humiliated by the way Caro treated him, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want anyone to know about it.”
“I promise. Give me a little credit for being sensitive to other people’s pain.” Alexis didn’t care to speculate on Griff’s problems. So he had issues. Everyone had some skeletons in their closets. If Griff wanted to keep secrets, she wouldn’t interfere.
But didn’t he realize she would find him out? At least that he was well-to-do, if not all about his recent heartbreak. Not that she was trying to meddle in his personal life, but one phone call to Vivian and she knew more than she ever wanted to know about Griff Haddon.
Alexis sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. What difference did it make, anyway? Rich Griff, poor Griff, acts like a beggar man and mistaken for a thief.
“I think you should just roll with it.”
“Meaning?” Vivian interrupted her thoughts and she had no idea to what her sister was referring.
“Let him come clean in his own time. I’m sure he’ll open up to you, given the chance. Just don’t push him away. Please. For me.”
Ah, now here it was. “For you? What’s in it for you?”
Vivian paused, and it was a long one, enough to shoot Alexis’s suspicions into the stratosphere.
“I think I might have mentioned he’s a venture capitalist.”
“I believe your exact words were that he was a venture capitalist, past tense—who, if
