Julia's Journey (A Coming Home Again Novel Book 2) by T.I. Lowe Read Free Book Online Page A

up. After the shower, I give my bags a thorough looking through and am
pretty ticked that no makeup and no flat iron can be found. There are also no
pretty clothes. Just a hodgepodge of shirts and pants. All plain and none coordinated together. It looks like he just opened my
dresser and threw things in. Well, I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what he did.
None of my bra and panty sets match, either. Ugh. I’m sitting by my suitcase
fuming when Greyson comes in.
    “You did a lousy job packing. I need a flat iron and I have to have makeup.” I growl the words
at him.
    He sets Fifi down and heads to the
fridge for a water. “We’re camping. Just tie your hair up or let it be. I like
the waves, actually,” Greyson says as he inspects my hair.
    “I like it straight and sleek. Not wild and wavy,” I grumble
as I pick up Fifi and love on her some. The darn
thing is too cute.
    Greyson places a bowl beside me and fills it with water. Fifi wiggles out of my arms and starts lapping up the cool
water. My hand moves over to her on its own accord and pets her. Greyson runs
his fingers through my hair softly in the same manner as he steps around me
before sitting in the leather chair across from me.
    “I think you should kidnap Fifi ,
too,” I comment.
    “I haven’t kidnapped you and won’t start with this little
girl.” He bites into an apple, watching me. “Besides, I couldn’t steal Fifi from that sweet little lady. Man, I love that southern
accent. Where do you think she’s from?”
    “It’s not a South Carolina twang. Maybe
Georgia.” I shrug my shoulders.
    “I wish you would rediscover that southern twang you had
when we first met.”
    I look over at him and he’s smiling with those big green
eyes sparkling at the memory, I guess. I keep forgetting how long we’ve known
each other. The last two years with him disappearing makes me feel like we’ve
somehow lost the history between us.
    “Greyson, please tell me where you’ve been.”
    He shakes his head and loses the smile. “It’s time to go
eat.” He picks up Fifi and walks out the door before
I can harass him any longer.
    “You’re going to tell me eventually,” I say to his back, and
he stays quiet. “I sure hope alcohol is served at this meal. I need a drink,” I
grumble under my breath. He hears me, though, and cuts me a sharp look. I just
glare back at him.
    We walk over and the smell of savory meat cooking on the
grill finds me, making my stomach growl and my mouth water simultaneously. It’s
painful and so I focus on it as I always do. We reach the site and find a cute
little feller with a mop of curly grey hair manning the grill that is covered
in barbeque chicken and fat sausages.
    “Stan?” Greyson asks with one of his hands held out while
the other holds on to Fifi like a baby. “I’m
Greyson.”
    Stan shakes his hand then mine. “You must be Julia.”
    “Yes. It’s nice to meet you.”
    Mrs. Betty exits the camper with her hands full of dishes.
Greyson hands Fifi over to me and goes to help her.
She’s not a baby, so I sit Fifi down on the ground
and stroll over to the picnic table.
    “You young’uns ready to eat?” the little lady asks. She sets
the table. Greyson falls right in and starts filling glasses with lemonade.
    “I’m starving,” he says.
    “Good. We got a feast,” Stan declares as he unloads the
grill and brings the bounty to the table.
    Greyson tries beckoning me to the table, but I shake my head
and brush off his request with a flick of my wrist.
    “ Suga ’, you not gonna eat?” Mrs. Betty asks.
    “I’m good. I already had a shake.” I sit in one of their
camper chairs.
    “Well, bless your heart,” Mrs. Betty says as she reenters
the camper.
    I shoot her a look. “Humph.” I sigh.
    “She’s sweet,” Greyson says but then looks over at me and
catches the frown on my face. “What?”
    “She just insulted me.” I cross my arms and gaze over to the
lake.
    Greyson comes over and stands next to