He needed Serendipity. He didn’t want to find another town. All he had to do was to grit his teeth and get through the next couple of weeks until he found a place to call home, somewhere out of the limelight where he could find rest and peace, where his best friends would be of the equine variety instead of the human kind. He could live with the wranglers. Who knew, they might be able to help him in his quest to launch a ranch of his own. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise.
“You won’t be sorry,” Alexis assured him with a genuine smile that flooded his senses.
“I’m already sorry,” he muttered under his breath, even though he wasn’t certain it was true.
Alexis’s grin didn’t waver, though sparks momentarily filled her eyes. “Don’t be. I’m not sure exactly what you’re looking for, but I can assure you that you’ll be able to pick up some fine property for only pennies on the dollar. You’re going to find your perfect home here, I just know it.”
Her enthusiasm was contagious. Griff fought to tamp back his excitement, afraid to allow himself to get his hopes up. They’d been dashed so many times before.
“I’ve saved my whole life for this.” That was the absolute truth, though probably not in the way in which Alexis would interpret it. He cleared his throat and broke his gaze away from hers. He didn’t want to see his future in her eyes. Not until it was signed, sealed and delivered, in triplicate.
“What made you choose Serendipity?”
Griff chuckled. “Your sister. I’m sure you’re aware that she can be quite animated about a subject she’s particularly interested in. And persistent, too. She knew I’d been looking for a place in which to settle down and buy a ranch. And she really, really loves her hometown. Once she got it in her head that Serendipity was the right location for me to make a place for myself, she wouldn’t let up until I agreed to visit.”
“She can be pretty persuasive,” Alexis agreed with a warm chuckle, but a moment later her brow furrowed and she compressed her full lips. “Sometimes a little too much so. Once she gets an idea into her head, she won’t let it go. I apologize on her behalf. She has the distressing tendency to get on a person’s last nerve.”
Griff raised his eyebrows at her stark admission. “I didn’t say that. Your sister is really sweet. A little deceptive, maybe, but I’m sure she was just trying to be helpful.”
Or maybe not so much. What had been her plan, sending him out here to the house where her sister lived? She probably had her reasons, but he had no clue what they might be. He was beyond being able to tell, where women were concerned. Whatever. He was here, and that was the point of the matter.
Alexis’s lips quirked. “Oh, I’m sure she was trying to help you. The problem is that her idea of ‘helping’ is focused on what she thinks is in the other person’s best interest, whether or not the person she’s supposedly helping would agree. And she usually pushes the option that helps her the most in the end. I’m sure you’ve noticed that she can be a little…” She paused and brushed a strand of her long, straight blond hair back behind her ear. “Self-absorbed.”
“Really?” Griff struggled not to laugh. In his opinion, all women were self-absorbed. Men, too, for that matter. Always looking out for old number one. And who could blame them? He was no different. “You think she had an ulterior motive for sending me here?”
Had he been played? It kind of felt that way, although he couldn’t figure out any legitimate reason for Vivian to have acted deceptively. His mind scoured over the details of his visit. What reason could Vivian possibly have for sending him here, if not primarily to help him find the home he so desired? Viv’s boyfriend, Derrick, was the closest thing to a friend Griff had ever had, and they’d both been enthused by the idea.
“You have to admit the circumstances are rather telling,” Alexis said, thoughtfully tapping her chin with her index finger. “I don’t think it’s an accident that Vivian led you to believe I was a guy. She would have had to have been awfully careful not to slip up and refer to me as her sister.”
“She used the word twin, not sister. And she called you Alex.”
“Well, there you have it, then. She’s never called me Alex a day in her life. And then there’s the fact that she knew perfectly well I was still living here at the ranch, yet she gave you the impression the house was vacant.”
“I’ll admit that part sounds a little fishy.” And he was beginning to look—and feel—more and more like a sap.
Alexis scoffed. “A little fishy? This whole thing has Vivian’s interfering signature all over it.”
“Yes, but what could she possibly stand to gain by misleading me?”
“I have no idea.” Alexis twirled a strand of her hair around her index finger.
Griff was stumped. And humiliated, to boot. Who knew the internal workings of a woman’s mind? He certainly didn’t. But the latent anger that was never far from the surface was starting to billow in his chest.
He was so over being manipulated. By anybody.
“You think we should ask her?”
“Oh, I’m going to ask her,” she assured him with a robust nod. She sounded as though she wasn’t too thrilled with Vivian’s actions, either. “Just as soon as I’ve got you settled in at the bunkhouse. And we should probably see about getting a new breakfast fixed up here. I think I’ve got some more bacon in the freezer. It shouldn’t take too long to defrost it.”
Griff forced a chuckle. “Yeah. My attempt at cooking turned out to be a bit of a disaster, didn’t it?”
“I’m sure the dogs appreciated it.”
He twisted his lips into a semblance of a smile. “No doubt.”
Alexis glanced at the digital clock on the microwave. “Oh, dear. I didn’t realize how late it was. It’s already a quarter past eight and here I am still in my—” She glanced down at her fluffy purplish-pink robe and her face turned the same color as the material. She was bundled from neck to ankle, but that didn’t stop her from gathering the sides of the robe under her chin—the same chin that tipped upward a moment later, set with determination and maybe just a little bit of pride. “I’m afraid I don’t have time to cook us a full breakfast. Will a muffin do? I think I’ve got chocolate chip and blueberry in the breadbox.”
Still clutching her bathrobe with quivering fingers, she jerked to her feet and bobbed toward the counter.
“Blueberry will be fine. Are you going somewhere?” He couldn’t help but be amused by her stuttering movements. She appeared to be embarrassed about something, and for some reason that put Griff more at ease. Perhaps because it put them on a more equal footing. He knew what it was like to feel uncomfortable. He’d been feeling that way since the moment Alexis had confronted him with her curling iron.
“It’s Sunday,” Alexis explained. “I have to teach Sunday school to a bunch of middle-schoolers in an hour, and the worship service is right after. Oh!” She turned to face him, her eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think to ask you. Would you like to join me? You are welcome to come visit our community chapel, especially since you’re planning to move into town. It’s probably nothing like the church services you’re used to in Houston, but most of the town attends, so you’ll have a chance to meet your new neighbors. We’re small, but faithful.” Her words poured over each other like a waterfall.
Griff barely suppressed the chill that impaled him. Ice entered his lungs, making them burn with the effort of drawing a breath.
He didn’t know what was worse—the thought of being surrounded by a town full of people—or the idea that they were all worshipping God. While these folks