For a brief moment, he was silent, and Haley hoped she hadn't overstepped again.
"I want my children to be happy and married, to have children of their own and to live their lives to the fullest without throwing away their futures," he said with a wistful note in his voice.
"I don't think that's asking for too much. From only speaking to you for a few moments, I have a feeling that you will make a wonderful grandfather." She gave him her best smile, then decided she'd monopolized enough of the kind man's time.
"You are a sweet girl, Haley. Let me give you a small token as an early graduation gift," he said.
"Oh, I have three semesters left," she corrected him, not wanting to accept anything from a stranger who had shown her nothing but kindness.
"Well, that's why it's an early gift. I have a few extra tickets for the drawing for two weeks at the Catalina Couture Resort," he said, placing the tickets in her hand and folding her fingers over them.
To say no again would be rude, so Haley smiled up at him, never dreaming that she might win.
"Thank you. You've been very kind." With a smile, Haley turned and wandered around the room. At the end of the night, when her name was called, she was so stunned she didn't know what to think or do.
It wasn't until she was writing up her report that she realized she'd forgotten to get the man's name. It was too late now. She hoped her professor would still accept the paper and not make her suffer through something like that again.
Present time
"That was my dad?"
"Yes, I didn't recognize him when he was here because he was clean shaven and not wearing the glasses, but his voice sounded so familiar that I knew I must have met him before. I just didn't know where."
"Do you think...? No. There's no way … " he trailed off.
"What?" she asked, needing to know why he suddenly looked so full of suspicion.
"He couldn't have fixed that drawing, could he?"
Haley thought about it for a moment and didn't see how that was possible. "No. Why would he want to, anyway?"
"Maybe he was trying to set us up."
"But … he didn't know anything about me. That makes no sense, none whatsoever. Besides, how was he to know my next class was human sexuality and I'd have to approach another stranger and ask for a date?"
"You weren't asking me for the date. You were asking me to teach you how to be with another man," he growled as he pinned her down on the mattress.
"That was the best decision I ever made," she said. How she loved the man who'd taught her so much.
"Yes, it was. Now, I have a few more lessons to teach you … "
He spent the rest of the day teaching her how very much he honored her with his body. We may as well start the honeymoon now, she thought with a satisfied smile. Yes, Haley had changed. The shy, frightened girl she'd been was slowly being replaced by this confident woman she was becoming. It was all thanks to the faith of a lonely old man, who happened to like meddling in his children's lives, and of course, thanks to Crew, who would forever be her true love for always having confidence and faith in her.
Epilogue
Three months later
"Oh, my gosh, seriously, you guys are not teenagers!"
Lucas glanced up and grinned at his fifteen-year-old daughter, Jasmine. He couldn't believe how much time had passed since the day she was born. Nearly sixteen now and just as much a beauty as her mother. She was also as stubborn as any of the Anderson males.
"I am simply giving your mother a kiss," he said and nuzzled Amy's neck.
"Honestly, I'll need therapy," Jasmine said with a roll of her eyes, but there was a sparkle in them, too. For all her protests, she lived in a very loving home, and she was a well-rounded and idealistic young woman. She just couldn't let her parents know that she thought their constant need to hold each other even after sixteen years was beautiful. Saying ewwww was more fun.
"You'll soon be sneaking off to kiss boys yourself, young lady," Amy said, making Lucas tense up.
"Over my dead body!"
"Oh, Lucas. Our baby girl is no longer a baby. If you'd quit scaring all her male friends, she might actually get her first kiss," said Amy, running a soothing hand over his arm, though it was doing nothing to soothe him.
"Jasmine's far too young to be kissing anyone," he stated emphatically.
"Oh, so you hadn't kissed anyone by the age of sixteen?" Amy challenged.
"That's beside the point," he said.
"I think I'll go kiss a boy right now just to show you both how gross you look doing it all the time, and in front of me," Jasmine said with a smirk.
"Good. I need someone to kill." Mark joined in the conversation as he entered the room.