MEET GRIFF MONTGOMERY - 20 QUESTIONS FAST INTERVIEW

Hey, Griff Montgomery, Quarterback, here. I'm being interviewed today. I hate interviews, but Coach Bass says I have to do them, so here I am. I made Sandy Powell, Sports Reporter for the Monroe Journal, promise to do the simplest interview possible. Here it is, world's fastest 20 question interview. Thanks for coming. Hope you've got my book and come to my games.

   1.      Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate, or course. 

   2.     Airplane or train?      Train, I take too many planes.

   3.     Walking or driving?  Driving.

   4.     Red or Blue?              Blue, a boy color.

 

   5.     Country or Rock?     Rock.

   6.     Dog or cat?                 Dog. Pug to be exact. 

   7.     Lemonade or Iced Tea?  Girly drinks. Beer for me.

   8.     Vodka or Whiskey?    Whiskey. Man's drink.

   9.     Mounds or Almond Joy? What are those? Are they dirty?
           Uh, if it's body parts, mounds, for sure. *laughs*

   10.   Action movies or Thrillers? Action.

   11.   Men – brunette or blond?    Brunette, like me.

   12.   Women – brunette, blonde or redhead? Lauren's a brunette.

   13.    Steak or lobster?  Steak - man food.

   14.    French fries or Salad? Are you kidding me? Fries, definitely.

   15.    Pistachios or Peanuts?  Peanuts.

   16.    Beer or Wine? Beer, of course.

   17.    Beach or Mountains? Both.

   18.    Oatmeal or scrambled eggs? Eggs. Oatmeal is for pussies.

   19.    Sausage or Bacon? Both.

   20.    Pretty or Witty? Both - that's Lauren. Sexy, too. *laughs*.

  

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He wanted a wife. She didn’t want to get married – ever.  Not exactly a match made in heaven. Ten years ago, Griff Montgomery, star quarterback of the Kings and womanizer, became a stand-in father for his widowed sister’s kids. After they moved away, Griff wanted his own family. But where does a “player” go to find his ideal mate?

Having sworn off marriage forever, Lauren Farraday barely kept her life together after her divorce. With her career shaky and depression closing in, the last thing she needed was a courtroom battle with a sexy athlete.

Wary of Griff’s reputation with women, and hiding a secret, Lauren holds on to her heart.  Can the quarterback handle the truth or will he walk away, like he has in the past?      

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    Mr. and Mrs. Roberts jetted off to Puerto Rico for a weekend, leaving Maggie and John in charge of little Penn. A rambunctious two-year-old, he required two to watch him. Maggie found herself falling into the role of parent with ease. John made a fun-loving dad, which surprised her.

    As a reward for giving up their weekend, The Roberts gave them both two days off and the use of the car.

    “Let’s drive to Montauk. It’s supposed to be beautiful there. Beach, ocean, and lobster. What say, Maggie, my girl? Are you game?”

    “Separate rooms?”

    "Of course,” he chuckled.

    “You’re on.”

    John loaded the luggage into the car. She had a  tearful parting with young Penn, who threw a tantrum as she left the house. John had to pull her away gently from the screaming child.

    Once they hit the Long Island Expressway, Maggie began to relax. It wasn’t long before there was a traffic jam.

    “How about lunch?” She said.

    “Lunch?”

    “I packed a hamper for us. The Missus said I could.”

    “I am a bit peckish. What’ve you got in there?”

    “Beautiful sandwiches –black forest ham, avocado, thin slice of tomato and the finest fresh red leaf lettuce.”

    “Gads. Sounds mouth-watering.” John put the car in park while Maggie handed him half a sandwich.

    “And raspberry iced tea, too.”

    “Oh, the Americans are so ignorant about tea,” John bemoaned.

    “You can say that again. But this is passable.”

    “I’ll take your word for it.”

    They reached the small motel just before dinnertime. John took Maggie to a clam shack by the sea.

    “Tell me about your family,” she asked, dipping her clam in the melted butter.

    “I’m one of ten.”

    “Ten? I thought our family was big.”

    “They don’t miss me, I’m sure.”

    “But your mum?”

    “Mum was wonderful. But she died five years ago. My sister Agnes has taken over running the place.”        

    “Do ya like her?”

    He made a face. “Never a favorite of mine.”

    After dinner they walked hand in hand on the beach. Maggie hiked up her skirt and waded in the surf. John followed. A wave that didn’t look too strong, knocked into her, throwing her down on top of John. They laughed as the water soaked them completely.

    She rolled over, her knees in the soft sand between his legs. He snaked his arm about her waist, while his hand cupped her head. Slowly he lowered her lips to his. On her elbows, Maggie sank down farther in the sand until she was lying, full weight on him.

    “You’re lovely,” John murmured before capturing her mouth again.

    Maggie’s reserve melted in the warm, salty water. She kissed him with enthusiasm. He helped her up. They returned to the motel to change into dry clothes. Sharing a snifter of brandy with John in the moonlight by the ocean, Maggie’s heart opened to the man who treated her like the Queen of England. 
"A bit wasteful, payin' for two rooms, don't you think?" She asked, looking up into his eyes. 

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“Mr. Roberts isn’t feeling well, Maggie. I’m not going to join you at the farmer’s market. Could you make him some chicken soup?”

“Of course Missus. Do I have to drive?”

“John will drive you.” Anne Roberts smiled then went to attend her husband and son.

Maggie made a face. Have to ride with that bloke?

John opened the back door of the Mercedes for her, then slid behind the wheel.

“I feel stupid riding back here,” Maggie shifted in her seat.

“You want to sit next to me?”

“Pfft! I’d rather walk.”

“Six miles there and back?”

“Anything to get away from you.”

“I’m not all that bad, am I?”

“You…you took liberties.”

“Can I help it if I was overcome by the lure of a pretty woman.”

“Bosh! Think you’re such a charmer, don’t you?”

John chuckled. “Not with you, I’d guess.”

“I’m on to your wily ways.”

He pulled into the parking lot of the farmer’s market, and opened the car door before Maggie could.

“Don’t be doin’ that. People’ll be starin’.”

“It’s my job.”

“Just quit it, okay?” Maggie slapped his arm lightly. “Wait in the car. I won’t be long.”

The booth with fresh flowers was bursting with blooms in bright pink, deep red and pure white. Maggie plucked a bouquet of summer flowers in an array of colors for Anne.

Next was the cheese booth, a very white counter with a few cheeses on display. Maggie moved easily from booth to booth, picking up fresh carrots, celery and onions for chicken soup. After buying two loaves of fresh rye bread and a Pullman white for Mr. Roberts, her arms were full. On her way to the car, she tripped. The bags of vegetables popped up from her arms and landed on the grass, spilling onions everywhere. The breads bounced. An attractive, middle-aged man bent down.

“Let me help you.”

“I’ve got it,” she said, giving him a suspicious glance, while she gathered up vegetables.

“A pretty girl like you? Your keys.”

Maggie frowned. Masher.

Before she could utter a word, someone else spoke.

“Back off.” She turned to see John standing behind her with the loaves of bread in one hand.

“I saw her first.”

“That’s what you think. I’m adept at fisticuffs. Run along.”

“Fisticuffs?” The man laughed.

John fisted his free hand and swung it into the man’s belly. He bent over, gasping for air.

“I warned you. Come along Maggie,” he said.

She gathered up the last few carrots and let John lead her away.

“Never fear, my dear. When you’re with me, you’re safe.”

She looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Maybe, but who’ll keep me safe from you?”

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Maggie walked down the road that abutted the Roberts one hundred acre estate in Sumner, New York. Though only an hour and a half north of the City, Maggie found peace walking the rural paths and streets. It reminded her of home. She missed the fresh air and unhurried attitude. 

   They had been encamped there since the first of July. The rambling Victorian house was quite comfortable. The kitchen was well equipped, the garden bursting with ripe vegetables and the market stocked with fresh local eggs and meat. Cooking there had been a joy.

    John drove Mr. Roberts up every evening and back again in the morning.  He was devoted to his wife and son and refused to spend a night without them. Watching the couple hold hands, take long walks and get lost in conversation over cocktails made Maggie sigh. They were the love story she had always dreamed of.

    The only sour note was that pesky driver, John. She sensed that he was always watching her. One lazy afternoon, she stole outside for a stroll down Bear Camp Road. When she heard footsteps behind her, she stopped.

     “You walk this road often,” John said, coming up behind her.

     “What’s it to you where I walk?” Maggie turned a hard eye on him.

     “It’s not safe alone.”

     “One minute you think I’m nippin’ the silver, now you’re worried about my safety?”

      Before she could go on, the tall man leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.  Maggie jumped back and slapped him hard across the face.

      “You’ve some nerve! Get away from me.”

      She headed back to the house with John beside her. He rubbed his cheek.

      “You had it coming. Hope it was worth it,” she mumbled, eyes straight ahead.

      “It certainly was,” he chuckled.

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