“She must be perfect for you becauseyou, Zander King, are a different man.” Megan handed the baby a rattle. “I’m happy for you and I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Aside from you two, I have no intention of discussing our family history with anyone.”
“Understandable,” Kent said. “You’ve been apart for how long?”
Pausing, Zander did the math. “Seventeen years. I was eighteen the last time I saw her.”
“Ancient history,” Kent said. “You two aren’t blood related. Plus, your blended past is nobody’s business.”
“I agree,” Megan said. “About five years ago, two of my relatives, who are second cousins, eloped. At first, there was a big brouhaha. Now, no one cares.” She turned the baby around, made a silly face, and he started giggling. “What does your gal think?”
“Good question,” Zander replied. “I’ll have to ask her.”
Kent’s five-year-old daughter, Katrina, entered the room and beamed at Zander. “Hi, Uncle Zander.” She plopped down on the floor next to him, her small hand clutching a Barbie. She showed him her doll. “What should her job be? She’s been a nurse. My other Barbie is a teacher. Myotherother Barbie is a football player. This one is my favorite.” The child held out the doll for Zander to see.
After a moment, he said, “What about a photographer?”
“A what?” Katrina asked.
“A person who takes pictures.”
“What could she take pictures of?”
“Lots of things,” Zander said. “Sunsets or mountains or animals or even pictures of people.”
“Okay, that’s good.” The child scrambled to her feet and bounded out of the room.
“A photographer,” Megan said. “Well, that answers that question.”
Zander couldn’t help but smile. Savannah was tattooed on his brain. His phone chirped with an incoming photo from her. He unlocked his phone and tapped on the picture. It was one the guy had snapped of them together.
“From Savannah?” Megan asked.
Zander spun the phone around.
“She’s beautiful. You two look great together.”
“She’s pretty amazing.” Just thinking about her made him so damned happy.
“Congratulations on Starry Coveandon your new gal,” Megan said. “I’ll pour us drinks. We’ll celebrate.”
Kent shook his head. “And by drinks she means Pomegranate juice and sparkling water.”
“Heart healthy, honey.” With the baby in her arms, Megan kissed her husband. “Zander, we’re going to eat a little early so Kent and I can take a stroll after dinner.”
“I’ll stay with the kids if you want,” Zander said.
“Wow,” Megan said. “Just wow.”
“You know I love your children,” Zander replied.
“I do, but you’ve never offered to watch them. I like the new you,” she said, as she scooted toward the kitchen.
“Need help, Meg?” Kent asked.
“I’m good,” she called over her shoulder.
Zander stared at the photo. He looked happy and relaxed. And the only way to stay that way would be to keep Savannah in his life. “You’re too gorgeous for a guy like me,” he texted back.
