“There you are,” she said. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”
Randy grinned. Despite her comment, he wore an almost victorious expression. When the cat’s away, the mice are at play, he seemed to be saying.
Savannah stood and ambled toward me. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse and a light, flowing skirt that swayed when she walked. I could see the additional color on her shoulders that spoke of hours in the sun. When she got close, she stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Hi,” she said, circling an arm around my waist.
“Hi.”
She leaned back slightly, as if evaluating my expression. “You look like you missed me,” she said, her voice teasing.
As usual, I couldn’t think of a response, and she winked at my inability to admit that I had. “Maybe I missed you, too,” she added.
I touched her bare shoulder. “You ready to go?”
“As I’ll ever be,” she said.
We started toward the car and I reached for her hand, her touch making me feel all was right with the world. Well, almost. . . .
I straightened. “I saw you talking to Randy,” I said, trying to keep my voice neutral.
She squeezed my hand. “You did, huh?”
I tried again. “I take it you two got to know each other while you were working.”
“We sure did. I was right, too. He’s a nice young man. After he finishes here, he’s heading up to New York for a six-week internship at Morgan Stanley.”
“Hmm,” I grunted.
She laughed under her breath. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“Good,” she concluded, squeezing my hand again. “Because there’s no reason to be.”
I hung on those last few words. She needn’t have said them, but I couldn’t be happier that she had. When we reached the car, I opened her door.
“I was thinking of taking you out to Oysters,” I said. “It’s a nightclub a little way down the beach. They’ll have a band later, and we could go dancing.”
“What are we doing until then?”
“Are you hungry?” I asked, thinking about the cheeseburger I’d passed on earlier. “A little,” she said. “I had a snack when I got back, so I’m not too hungry yet.”
“How about a walk on the beach?”
“Hmm . . . maybe later.”
It was obvious that she already had something in mind. “Why don’t you tell me what you want to do?”
She brightened. “How about if we go say hi to your father.”
I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. “Really?”
“Yeah, really,” she said. “Just for a little while. Then we can get something to eat and go out dancing.”
When I hesitated, she put a hand on my shoulder. “Please?”
I wasn’t all that happy about going, but the way she asked made it impossible for me to say no. I was getting used to that, I suppose, but I would rather have had her all to myself for the rest of the evening. Nor did I understand why she wanted to see my dad tonight, unless it meant she wasn’t quite as thrilled as I was at the prospect of being alone. To be honest, the thought depressed me.
Still, she was in a good mood as she talked about the work they’d accomplished over the last couple days. Tomorrow, they planned to start on the windows. Randy, it turned out, had worked alongside her on both days, which explained their “newfound friendship.” That’s how she described it. I doubted Randy would have described his interest in the same way.
We pulled into the drive a few minutes later, and I noted the light in my father’s den. When I turned off the engine, I fiddled with the keys before getting out.
“I told you my father is quiet, didn’t I?”
“Yeah,” she said. “It doesn’t matter, though. I just want to meet him.”
“Why?” I asked. I know how it sounded, but I couldn’t help it.
“Because,” she said, “he’s your only family. And he was the one who raised you.”
Once my dad got over the shock of my return with Savannah in tow and the introductions were made, he ran a quick hand over his wispy hair and stared at the floor.
“I’m sorry we didn’t call first, but don’t blame John,” she said. “It was all my fault.”
“Oh,” he said. “It’s okay.”
“Did we catch you at a bad time?”
“No.” He glanced up, then back to the floor again. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said.
For a moment, we all stood in the living room, none of us saying anything. Savannah wore an easy smile, but I wondered if my dad even realized it.