Griff in rested his elbows inside Tawny’s truck window while he filled her tank. “I’m still recovering,” she said. “The last guests left Sunday after the big breakfast, and we drove Jake and Cecilia to Reno to catch their plane.” “Hawaii, huh?” Since coming into his money Griff had gone to the Big Island and spent some time on Maui. Beautiful place. “Cecilia had never been and was dying to go.” “They’ll have a great time. Ordinarily, it would’ve gotten them out of the snow.” Griffin gazed out over the horizon at the mountains. Usually, the peaks looked like vanilla ice-cream cones. Now, not so much. “It’ll still be warmer.” Tawny tugged her coat tighter and Griffin felt guilty for talking her ear off with the window open. The gas nozzle clicked. He hung up the hose and screwed on her gas cap. “You’re all set.” He tapped on her roof and waved goodbye. It really had been one hell of a wedding. The booze flowed like the Feather River, the food was about as gourmet as it got without being too fussy, and watching Lina work in a tight black skirt and fitted white blouse .
