He is extremely formal, extremely bald, and he is always overdressed. He is also from England, and there, he was a professional butler to some royals.
Sam tries to loosen him up, and finally, Edward caves and comes to work without a tie.
He tells Sam he thinks it is frightfully wrong, but then adds, “but you are after all, the lady of the house.”
He is not wrong, and Sam indeed is.It is her home now, and not so much mine.
William moves into the small, classy lake house in the far corner of the estate as planned. He is a mile from us, now, but it is somewhat comforting, knowing he is safe and we have his back. And to some extent, he has ours, if ever needed, like family.
It is also nice to see him take up his hobbies and to do so in more detail.
He is a civil war historian, and he is also into rare bird watching. We are also sure we have seen a few ladies leave his place late in the evening. The sly old fox may have been pacing himself, after all.
One thing does, however, disturb me.
After William and I discuss various complex estate duties, and as I walk back to the Jag that is outside his place, he mentions flowers. He then says, “I am glad they worked.”
It is then that I think back a few months. To when I likely needed a nudge to claim Samantha as mine.
It then becomescrystal clear.
The crafty old bugger arranged the flower delivery and card for Samantha. No one else! Naturally, the aim being I get jealous of whoever sent them, and I take her more seriously.
I eye William and shake my head. “You crafty old devil.”
“Thank you, Master Harry, but with all due respect, I think it’s 'You Crafty Old Bastard.'”
As I climb into the Jag and start the engine, I laugh. “It’s good to see I still have a few things to learn.”
“And one day to teach your kids,” William says, walking up and looking over the lake.
“Indeed,” I say, thinking.
“Good. Now, keep things moving along,” William says, losing his formal side. “The old home needs the pitter-patter of feet on the floorboards.”
William smiles, then he taps the side of the car as I pull away. He is the closest man I have to a father, and I love him for it.
He is also right!
EPILOGUE
SAMANTHA
The next year goes fast, and Harrison and I fall madly in love. We then decide, and we follow through with precision.
We plan a small and private gathering on the estate, and elite security are brought in to keep paparazzi and even their choppersaway.
We have plenty of friends and entertainment people between us, but we are, above all, private.
Like Harry, I don’t invite too many people, like old colleagues, chefs, or old friends.
Harrison invites some of his media contacts, but only his closest friends. That naturally being Troy and Rhett, plus a few other guys and people.
As several private jets arrive, my excited friend Cassidy, Harrison, Troy and I look on.
The last jet to land is owned by media royalty, and Troy’s family. That being the rest of the Remington family, who just flew in from the Hamptons.
Slowly, the passengers descend the jet’s stairs, and Harry, Cassidy, and I look up, with Rhett, Troy, and William.
