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grown-ups.
“I ate mine already.”
“Well, you’ll have to be patient. Will will be hungry.”
Emma laughed. “Will-will. That’s a silly name.”
“His real name is William.” Alexandra slipped the inflatables off and tucked them in her tote bag.
“Like the prince.”
The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Alexandra’s mother copped to a serious royalty fetish, and thought Prince Harry was an adorable rascal. Any time Kate appeared on People ’ s cover, the issue somehow found its way into the house along with the more high-brow Vanity Fair, New Yorker and Vogue.
“Exactly like the prince. Except he has lots more hair, and is much more handsome.”
“Nana says he’s aud—auditing to be my new daddy.”
Alexandra was going to strangle her mother.
“Auditioning. And he’s not. You have a daddy, even if he lives far away.” Rick and Emma were now Skyping once a week, which was strange but better than nothing.
“Are you going to marry William?”
“He hasn’t asked me.” Yet. But all signs pointed to it. Alexandra rapped her knuckles on the dresser.
If he didn’t propose, she would do the honors herself, providing she survived the weekend.
“Can I be a flower girl if he does?”
“Absolutely. In the prettiest dress we can find.”
Emma nodded. “Good. I’ll go get my shirt and shorts.”
Alexandra buttoned the long eyelet top and gave herself a last appraising look. She’d skipped mascara, and there was a bit of bunny about her face. But Will had seen her without make-up before, and wouldn’t be scared off by her blond-tipped lashes. Why, just yesterday he’d washed every inch of her in his shower and got her dirty all over again.
Oh God . It wouldn’t do to relive that particular scene at the moment. She was in mom-mode, and would have to be respectable if it killed her.
The drive to Will’s took less than ten minutes down a winding country road. The house was set back, a huge barn next to it. Alexandra had visited the barn-cum-workshop several times, and admired Will’s organization skills. He’d come a long way from the smartass slacker he’d been in high school. He ran a business in less than ideal economic times, and he was doing okay.
His crew was finished at Tonya Lassiter’s, and the addition was spectacular. Tonya had referred his company to a friend in New London, and they were all making the trek to rehab a big shingled house on the beach every morning. Sometimes Alexandra met him after work when she could, and they walked along the shoreline. It was too early in the season for crowds, so they usually had the beach to themselves once his guys took off.
They didn’t have to talk much, just hold hands and watch the cold waves lap at their ankles. She was more comfortable with Will than she’d been with any man.
It was almost too good to be true. Alexandra was waiting for the shoe to drop—today might be the day.
“Hey.” Will stepped out the kitchen door, wearing Hawaiian board shorts and a Patriot’s shirt. His hair was damp from a shower, and he had Rocky on a leash. The dog almost yanked him down the steps as he made a beeline for them. Rocky had fallen in love with Alexandra, and the feeling was more or less mutual as long as she had a clothes roller handy.
Her daughter stopped by the Audi and squeezed her hand hard.
“It’s okay. Rocky just wants to sniff and kiss you,” Will said, staying where he was. “Your mom says you like dogs, but I can put him in his kennel if you want me to.”
“In a cage? That’s not nice,” Emma said, frowning. Her hand relaxed a little in Alexandra’s.
“I have to say, Rocky agrees with you. He thinks he owns the whole house. Except for upstairs. He’s afraid of the steps.”
“ I’m not afraid of steps. I’m not afraid of anything.”
Alexandra didn’t contradict her, though she was fully aware Emma hated spiders, clowns, and thunderstorms.
“Really? I’m afraid of scary movies. Termites. The
“I ate mine already.”
“Well, you’ll have to be patient. Will will be hungry.”
Emma laughed. “Will-will. That’s a silly name.”
“His real name is William.” Alexandra slipped the inflatables off and tucked them in her tote bag.
“Like the prince.”
The apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Alexandra’s mother copped to a serious royalty fetish, and thought Prince Harry was an adorable rascal. Any time Kate appeared on People ’ s cover, the issue somehow found its way into the house along with the more high-brow Vanity Fair, New Yorker and Vogue.
“Exactly like the prince. Except he has lots more hair, and is much more handsome.”
“Nana says he’s aud—auditing to be my new daddy.”
Alexandra was going to strangle her mother.
“Auditioning. And he’s not. You have a daddy, even if he lives far away.” Rick and Emma were now Skyping once a week, which was strange but better than nothing.
“Are you going to marry William?”
“He hasn’t asked me.” Yet. But all signs pointed to it. Alexandra rapped her knuckles on the dresser.
If he didn’t propose, she would do the honors herself, providing she survived the weekend.
“Can I be a flower girl if he does?”
“Absolutely. In the prettiest dress we can find.”
Emma nodded. “Good. I’ll go get my shirt and shorts.”
Alexandra buttoned the long eyelet top and gave herself a last appraising look. She’d skipped mascara, and there was a bit of bunny about her face. But Will had seen her without make-up before, and wouldn’t be scared off by her blond-tipped lashes. Why, just yesterday he’d washed every inch of her in his shower and got her dirty all over again.
Oh God . It wouldn’t do to relive that particular scene at the moment. She was in mom-mode, and would have to be respectable if it killed her.
The drive to Will’s took less than ten minutes down a winding country road. The house was set back, a huge barn next to it. Alexandra had visited the barn-cum-workshop several times, and admired Will’s organization skills. He’d come a long way from the smartass slacker he’d been in high school. He ran a business in less than ideal economic times, and he was doing okay.
His crew was finished at Tonya Lassiter’s, and the addition was spectacular. Tonya had referred his company to a friend in New London, and they were all making the trek to rehab a big shingled house on the beach every morning. Sometimes Alexandra met him after work when she could, and they walked along the shoreline. It was too early in the season for crowds, so they usually had the beach to themselves once his guys took off.
They didn’t have to talk much, just hold hands and watch the cold waves lap at their ankles. She was more comfortable with Will than she’d been with any man.
It was almost too good to be true. Alexandra was waiting for the shoe to drop—today might be the day.
“Hey.” Will stepped out the kitchen door, wearing Hawaiian board shorts and a Patriot’s shirt. His hair was damp from a shower, and he had Rocky on a leash. The dog almost yanked him down the steps as he made a beeline for them. Rocky had fallen in love with Alexandra, and the feeling was more or less mutual as long as she had a clothes roller handy.
Her daughter stopped by the Audi and squeezed her hand hard.
“It’s okay. Rocky just wants to sniff and kiss you,” Will said, staying where he was. “Your mom says you like dogs, but I can put him in his kennel if you want me to.”
“In a cage? That’s not nice,” Emma said, frowning. Her hand relaxed a little in Alexandra’s.
“I have to say, Rocky agrees with you. He thinks he owns the whole house. Except for upstairs. He’s afraid of the steps.”
“ I’m not afraid of steps. I’m not afraid of anything.”
Alexandra didn’t contradict her, though she was fully aware Emma hated spiders, clowns, and thunderstorms.
“Really? I’m afraid of scary movies. Termites. The
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