She didn’t know why she was trying to keep up. It’d never happen.
“Don’t make a big deal over it,” her grandmother said. “Men have their pride and it’s not as if he’s short on cash.”
“I don’t want him to think I’m taking advantage of anything.”
“Get the pout off your face. I doubt he’s thinking that. You’re not your sister.”
“Never,” she said. “Why would you say that and put me in a horrible mood?”
Her grandmother laughed. “I didn’t mean to and it’s not my intention. Sandy found out I was coming here for a few days and she’s pissed.”
“When isn’t she pissed? But why now?” She wouldn’t tell her grandmother she got a snotty text from Sandy asking when she could come. She’d ignored it like she normally did.
“Because she whined that she wouldn’t mind coming for a visit and staying in your apartment and then going to the beach with the kids.”
She turned her head as they left the airport and walked to her car. “Apartment?”
“You don’t think I’ve told anyone you’re dating Rowan, have you? You wanted that a secret. If she thought you were living with a man, she’d be all over it too.”
“Calling me a hypocrite on top of it.”
Saylor had always told her sister she rushed to live with men. Within weeks of dating, she’d move in, even with her kids if she could. Otherwise the kids stayed at her parents and Sandy would just spend more nights with the new guy, coming home days when she wasn’t working to see the kids.
Her father was fed up with moving her sister and told her he wasn’t doing it anymore, so she spent more time with men than her kids anyway.
Not her problem because she was positive it wouldn’t change.
“Your sister has issues.”
“Don’t we all know it?”
She popped the back of her SUV and put her grandmother’s bag in there. “Are you hungry? Do you want something now? Rowan texted he was home and would start dinner.”
Her grandmother smiled. “That sounds like a nice young man you’ve got there.”
“He’s great,” she said, her voice carrying longer than normal.
“You deserve to be happy, but I’m wondering what is going on. You seem a little troubled.”
She climbed in and buckled up, then started her SUV and pulled out.
“Nothing gets by you.”
“Tell me what is on your mind. Is it just the fact he pays for everything? Your father pays most of the bills. It’s not really old-fashioned, but some men like doing that. Your mother pays for everything else.”
“Like whatever Sandy needs,” she said, laughing.
She wasn’t jealous of that. Not now. Maybe when she was younger she was.
“My point is, it’s not unheard of. Especially when one has much more money than the other. It’s his house, he should pay for it. Do you really think you could afford half the bills?”
“Never.”
“Then let it go. My guess is, he wanted you here and was making it as easy as possible for it to happen. Just go with that. You’ve known him now just shy of two months.”
“Yep, another six days will be two months. We had two weeks apart in that time, but we talked a lot and video chatted.”
“How is it living together?”
