“We are not the royals.”
“No, but here in Pinecrest, the Young name means something. It carries a certain weight and it’s up to me to see it through.”
“And I’m not carrying my weight, is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Of course not.” Her attempt to sound mollifying made my head hurt. “You’re doing a great job. I know that. But sometimes maintaining the right appearance requires a little spin. You worked in PR, you know all about that.”
I wanted to tell her that you shouldn’t have to do PR for your adult daughter but my conflict avoidance instincts were screaming at me to end the conversation, not argue with her. “Well, everything is fine here, so you don’t need to worry.”
“I’m glad to hear that. I should let you go. Duchess is giving me the look that means I’m a few minutes late with her snack.”
“Okay, Mom. Talk to you later.”
“Bye.”
I set my phone down and glanced at Max. “I honestly don’t know how to deal with her sometimes. Do you?”
His tongue fell out of the side of his mouth, as if he were currently unaware of its existence.
“I didn’t think so. Let’s go outside.”
Max dashed to the door to wait for me while I put on my flip flops. Then I grabbed a ball and took him out front to play.
There was something oddly therapeutic about playing fetch with my dog. Maybe it was the fresh air or the warmth of the sun on my skin. Or Max’s pure and unadulterated joy as he chased the ball and brought it back, over and over. Probably all of the above. Regardless, it was a great way to work off stress. Good for me, and good for my dog? Win-win.
Josiah wandered outside and stood next to his truck while he talked to someone on his phone. I tossed the ball for Max and moved toward his driveway. Not so I could get closer to him. I was just trying to maximize my ball-throwing space and make sure I didn’t accidentally toss it into the street.
Likely story, Audrey.
“That’s not going to happen,” Josiah said.
There was a hardness to his voice that made my stomach tingle. It reminded me of the way he’d talked to Colin at the bar the other night. Trying to ignore it, and him, I picked up the ball and threw it again.
“I don’t care if it’s your most popular color, it’s not what I ordered.”
Max dropped the ball about six feet from me. He loved playing fetch but he wasn’t always good at it. I walked over and tossed it for him again.
“Not my issue,” Josiah said, then paused. “This ends in one of two ways. Either you make it right by tomorrow or you refund my money.” Another pause. “Good. Anytime after seven.”
He ended the call and slid the phone into his back pocket.
That’s when I realized I was staring at him. With my mouth open.
“What?” he asked.
“Sorry. Nothing.” I glanced around, looking for the ball, but Max had left it by his pee tree and was sniffing the ground. “Is everything okay?”
He hesitated, as if he were deciding whether or not to talk to me. “The flooring place messed up our order.”
“That’s frustrating. How did they mess it up?”
“They delivered the wrong product. Instead of engineered bamboo in antique java, I have a stack of vinyl plank in tawny oak.”
“Tawny oak doesn’t sound very appealing.”
“It’s not.”
“And vinyl plank isn’t even the same thing.”
“Exactly.”
Were we connecting? I felt like maybe we were connecting. Or maybe I was just parroting back what he’d said and we were about to run out of things to talk about.
My heart beat a couple more times and neither of us said anything.
This was about to get awkward. What should I say? I wanted him to invite me inside to look at the house but I couldn’t seem to make my voice work to ask. He was so broody and intimidating.
“Do you want go in and see the house?” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
“Yes.” My voice came out as an overly excited squeak. I cleared my throat and tried again, trying to fake as much chill as possible. “I mean, yeah, sure. Is it okay if Max comes?”
“As long as he won’t pee on anything.”
“No, he’s good about that.” Max chose that moment to pee on the tree. “And he just went. Let’s go, Max.”
Josiah turned and I followed him to the front door with Max trotting along beside us. We went in and our steps echoed in the empty space. A few spots in the ceiling had bare light bulbs hanging precariously and the floor was made up of large, rough-looking boards. But despite how unfinished everything appeared, it had a certain charm.