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Hauser’s Landing
I missed.”
    Griffin grins. “Now that’s more like it.”
    “ Should I have flattered
you sooner?”
    “ Funny.” He nods to the
increasing traffic ahead and the billboards that have begun popping
up more and more frequently. “So maybe we should talk
directions.”
    “ Okay.” I look at the notes
I’ve scribbled and start rattling off the information to Griffin
who has a better memory than anyone I’ve ever met. I just thought
he was acing all those classes because of Gail. Who
knew?
    My stomach starts to feel
all fluttery, and although I know I have to ask Scott, I’m still
not sure how. I go through one scenario after another, trying to
find something that doesn’t sound crazy. I
can’t. No matter how I phrase it, it’s going to sound weird. So if
the blunt course is all the same as the tactful one, I’m guessing
the first strategy out of my mouth is going to have to be blunt and
to the point. I’ve never been one for tap-dancing around the point,
anyway, and I don’t intend to start now.
    I’m still rehearsing the whole thing in my
head when we pull up in front of a single story house with a lush
green lawn and yellow flowers scatted throughout the bed up front.
I never would have figured Scott as a flower person. Something else
to think about.
    “ You ready?” Griffin nods
to the front door as he takes his keys from the ignition and stows
his sunglasses back on the console.
    “ Guess so.” I open my door,
and we both walk up the flower-lined walk to the door. Taking a
deep breath, I ring the bell and listen as the chimes resonate
inside. After the second ring, Scott appears at the door, wearing a
navy blue t-shirt and jeans. Against the dark clothing, his skin
and hair seem to glow as usual, and I can still see the faintest
shimmer of his wings outlining his body. Glancing from my face to
Griffin’s, he finally opens the door and gestures us inside, where
we sit on the couch. He closes the door.
    “ Can I get you something to
drink?”
    Both Griffin and I shake our heads. Then I
point to Griffin. “This is my friend, Griffin. Jimmie called him to
come and look out for me.”
    Scott steps forward, and they shake hands.
Then Scott turns to me. “So what’s going on, Elizabeth?”
    I shrug. “Why do you call me that? Everyone
else calls me Lizzie.”
    He sits in the recliner opposite us. “Never
thought about it. I can start, if you want.” Then he shakes his
head. “Did you actually drive all the way for that?”
    Flustered, I look down. “Of course not. I
just wondered. Lev used to call me that, but nobody else.”
    From the corner of my eye, I see Griffin
stiffen and shoot me a warning glance, telling me I’m probably
pushing too hard and too fast. Yet Griffin has no idea what these
questions are doing to me.
    “ Coincidence, I’m sure,”
Scott replies calmly. He glances over at Griffin. “Might I have a
word with you privately?”
    “ Sure.” A flush creeps into
Griffin’s face, and I can see this whole escapade has left him on
the verge of a meltdown.
    Frustrated, I quickly stand. “Hey, what’s
going on? I came to talk to you, not sit around while you talk
about me behind my back. What kind of crap is that? I’m right here.
Deal with it.”
    “ I know.” He stands, and in
passing, he sets one hand on my shoulder—a placating gesture that
riles me even more. “But I have a couple of questions for Griffin
since he’s the one who drove you up here despite everything. And I
have a sneaking suspicion he’ll be much more honest this way.” His
eyes are no-nonsense, his tone pointed.
    Sighing, I shake my head. “Fine. I’ll just
wait here.” Why do I keep doing this to myself? It happens every
time I trust someone. I become a problem to be solved, not someone
to be understood. We shouldn’t have come here. It’s a complete
waste of time. Anyway, even if Scott is Lev or knows him—he
obviously doesn’t want me in on it.
    “ Good choice.” Scott