“He wanted to score points,” Griffin said.
“I love fans,” Emma said, wiggling her shoulders, her hand reaching out. She wasn’t often noticed off the island. Even on the island, she wasn’t either, though many knew who she was in terms of being a Bond family member more than being aNew York Timesbestselling author. One that had a mini-series in the works....but shhhhh on that because she was keeping it quiet until the contracts were signed. “It’s nice to meet you. And can I say you have the most stunning eyes and hair color? It’s natural, I can tell, and I’m being rude, but I just process things out loud rather than in my head. So, sorry. I’m going to have to use your features with a character.”
Justine’s light blonde hair was almost white, her eyes an ice blue color that opened up into her soul.
Ooh, she liked that and would have to save that line.
She just loved it when random thoughts popped into her head.
“No worries,” Justine said. “That’s exciting.”
“What do you do?” Emma asked, pulling her phone out. “I’ve got to take notes quickly before I forget.” She’d already been rude making the comments she had, might as well add to it. Garrett would explain it more.
“I’m a pharmacist,” Justine said. “I’m on the island for six months. Well, five more.”
“Seriously?” she asked. Woohoo. She didn’t know any pharmacists personally. Bingo! “First, that’s sweet. You two met at work and are both here temporarily. Love that. But more importantly, I’d love to pick your brain. The things I could get out of you in terms of murder and drugs.”
She was almost salivating and running ideas through her head right now. Not for this book, but for future ones definitely.
Justine laughed as if she was just as excited as her. “Any time,” Justine said. “I mean it.”
“Perfect,” she said. “Not to ruin your date, but can I get your contact information? Email works if you want.” She handed over her phone. “You can type it in my notes right here.”
Justine took the phone, put her information in, and handed it back.
“Thank you for meeting me,” Justine said.
“My pleasure,” she said. “Hate to run, but Griffin needs to get back on the floor and I’m going to pick his brain while I’ve got him.”
“That was nice of you,” Griffin said when they were walking to the elevator.
“I’m a nice person,” she said smartly.
Griffin put a keycard in the elevator bypassing the last floor and going to the penthouse.
“You are,” Griffin said. “How much of this are you going to put in your book?”
“I’d never tell family secrets,” she said seriously. “Even business ones. You can trust me.”
Griffin wasn’t just Eli’s best friend but also married to another cousin from Patricia’s line, Penelope.
Griffin nodded his head. “Eli will appreciate that. I also heard you get very excited over new things. You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She was silently clapping her hands and all but bouncing on her toes in the elevator.
“Now my anticipation is greater than the day of my first release.”
“I doubt that,” Griffin said, smirking.
When they reached the top floor, they got out and went to a smaller door on the right, passing a larger one on the left. “Is that Eli and Bella’s place?”
“It is,” Griffin said. “This is my old apartment. I used to be up here too, but now it’s where Eli is sent when he’s in the doghouse.”
She laughed. “I find that both funny and sweet.” The door opened. “Oh crap, this is a nice doghouse to be sent to.”
“It was too much for me, but you know your bougie cousin and all.”
The place had a shine to it that she couldn’t imagine Griffin living in.
