back. He took his place behind the deli near what appeared to be the storeâs only cash register.
âWeâre just picking up supplies,â Jenn said, and turned away from him into one of the aisles. She hated it when salespeople watched her shop. It was like they were just waiting for her to stick something in her purse.
âWe got plenty of those,â the man replied. âWe get a lot of hikers and campers out this way.â
âOh, weâre not camping,â Kirstin volunteered. âWe just moved here from Chicago.â
âReally,â the proprietor said, suddenly looking more interested. âWell, my nameâs Travis.â He held out a hand. âTravis Lupe. Iâd be happy to give you the lay of the land if youâve got any questions.â
Kirstin walked up and shook his hand. Then she leaned an elbow on the white Formica countertop, affording Travis an easy glimpse down her loose, low-cut T-shirt. Cleavage bought Kirstin a lot, and she never hesitated to use it.
âIs there anything to do around here at night?â she asked, raising an eyebrow hopefully.
âWell, um . . .â Travis stammered, clearly caught between his desire to look down her shirt and trying to focus on Kirstinâs question. âThereâs a fish fry over at the Bowery House on Friday nights. And once in a while a band comes up and plays Caseyâs, the bar on Fourth Street. If you want music, though, you really need to drive over to Santa Rosa or down to Point Reyes Station. The Saloon there has a lot of bands that come up from San Francisco. Or you can just hop on the 101 and go down to San Francisco. Kind of a hike for just a night out, but people do it.â
âSo, what do you do for fun?â Kirstin asked.
âI like to read,â he replied. His face flushed a little, and Kirstin stifled a smile. It was so easy sometimes to rile men up. âA lot. And I watch a lot of movies. We rent them here at the store.â He pointed to a wall of DVDs behind the seated couple. âIâve seen most of those, I suppose, but we get new ones in all the time if you want to rent them. Thereâs one called
Land of the Dead
that has some great zombies in it. I really like those
Saw
movies, too,â he volunteered. âMakes you kind of afraid to turn the lights out at night. Have you seen them?â
âNah,â Kirstin said. âI donât stay in much. Figured youâd have a couple bars and some beaches to check out at least.â
âBars? Well, I donât know if Caseyâs is going to be your speed,â Travis admitted, risking an obvious glance at her breasts, âbuttheyâll be glad to see you. And there are more rocks than beach here, but plenty of water. Where are you staying?â
Kirstin pointed at Jenn. âWeâre at her aunt Meredithâs place up at the top of the hill. She inherited it a couple weeks ago, so we thought weâd spend some time here, see if we liked it.â
Travis flinched. Across the room, the old man set his newspaper down.
âMeredith Perenais?â Travis asked.
Jenn walked up behind Kirstin with a roll of paper towels and a box of corn flakes. Sheâd been following the conversation, amused that Kirstin couldnât enter a room without stalking anything male that happened to be there. âYeah,â she said. âDid you know her?â
When she extended her hand and gave her name, the clerk shrugged and gave a feeble shake. âEveryone knows everyone hereâat least a little bit,â he said.
A deeper voice came from across the room. âYou planning on staying here long?â
It was the man at the table, and Jenn realized the old couple was staring intently at her. âWe donât know yet,â she said.
âWell, donât,â the old man advised. The pale blue of his eyes flashed like ice. âYou go back to where you came from and live a happy
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