Meg shook her head. “Not so fast, young miss. He said he doesn’t need your help with the cleaning because he’s got a crew coming over this evening but he did say he still needs you to stop by tomorrow. Same time, he said.”
“What for?”
“Something about your mentioning that you’re an interior decorator. Apparently he needs help in that department.”
“Oh.” Sam continued to stare at Meg for a few seconds then she blinked. “Okay,” she said quickly and walked over to her desk where she dropped her receipt book on top. “I guess I’ll go then.”
Meg chuckled. “And you can drop the act.”
“What act?” Sam slid her hand into her back pocket and stared at the older woman.
“That ‘oh, so casual’ act. I know you won’t mind going back there. From what I’ve heard from his voice he’s a really sexy man.”
Sam narrowed her gaze. “You could tell all that just from his voice?”
“That, plus what your Dad told me.”
Sam was frowning now. “What did he tell you?”
“That there was a man all alone out at the old Sullivan house and that you turned pink when you talked about him.” Meg laughed and shook her head. “It’s been a long time since you even gave a man the time of day. Not since Garrick, anyway. But it’s about time, child, about time…”
“It’s nothing like that, Meg. I don’t know why you and Dad are always intent on setting me up.” Sam knew when it was time to clear out of there and now was a good time. If she wasn’t careful Meg would trap her at the office for another half hour or more giving her the usual advice about not letting an eligible bachelor slip by, particularly in a slouchy town like Tonawanda. The best course of action? Disappear before Meg got going with her lecture.
“I’ll catch you on Monday, Meg. Got to run.” She grabbed the keys to her Dodge Ram pick-up truck and was out the door before Meg could get another word out.
As she climbed into the truck she grinned. She'd finally won a verbal battle with Meg – by fleeing. She’d taken the chicken’s way out and she was not going to apologize for it.
Sam loved Meg. She really did. The woman had been her stepmother for the past twelve years, marrying her father three years after their parents got divorced. She’d been the best thing that ever happened to Alvin Fox, bossing him around, breaking him out of the vices that had led to the disintegration of his first marriage.
Sam’s mother, Mary, was a gentle woman who would never cross her husband. Not so with Meg. Within months of meeting her Alvin had ditched the cigarettes and was no longer a regular at the nearby casino. Meg was a religious woman, and if Alvin wanted to be with her he had to walk the straight and narrow path. And he did, much to Sam’s relief. She would forever be grateful to Meg for having such a positive impact on her dad’s life.
But having Meg in her father’s life meant having her in Sam’s as well. And that came with a mother hen's fussing and flapping and clucking. For Sam, though, that was a small price to pay for having such a caring woman in their lives.
And besides, sometimes Meg gave very good advice. Sam smiled to herself. She should start listening to her stepmother. Some day.
******
At five minutes to ten on Saturday morning Sam pulled into Jake McKoy’s driveway. She hopped out of her truck, slammed the door shut and practically skipped up the steps to the front porch. For some inexplicable reason she was in high spirits today, something that hadn’t happened to her in a long time.
It must have been her good mood that made her ditch her usual work attire – jeans and denim shirt – for a pale blue peasant blouse and a white cotton skirt that floated just above her knees. She’d completed the look with sandals sporting long straps that wrapped around her ankles and up her leg. She looked casual and comfortable and definitely not rugged like the day before. And, just because she felt so relaxed and free today, she decided to forgo the band for her hair and instead let it flow freely over her shoulders and down her back.
As she reached up to ring the doorbell Sam couldn’t help smiling. Meg would be proud of her. Of course, she hadn’t come to the house with any plan to seduce the man. Not at all. She was here on business, after all. But there was no rule saying a girl couldn’t look appealing while doing her job.
As the doorbell chimed she smoothed her hair back, took a deep breath and waited. Within a few seconds she heard footsteps and as the door opened a smile automatically stole across her lips. “Good morning,” she said brightly then the words died on her tongue as she got a good look at his face. Gone was the somber but pleasant man of the day before. In his place was a man whose face could only be described as sour.
“Morning.” It was more a grunt than a greeting. He stepped aside and held the door wide open so she could pass.
Sam raised an eyebrow and went in but she didn’t say another word. He was certainly in a rotten mood today. He was the one who had invited her to come to see him but instead of a warm greeting all she’d got was a scowl. What was that all about?
She stopped and waited in the hallway as he closed the door then she followed him to a large room with a desk on top of which were piled books, files and a stack of papers. His office, apparently. When he waved her over to a chair she sat silent, waiting for him to make the next move. She knew enough about men to know when to hold her tongue. He obviously had something on his mind and now was not a good time to be ‘Little Miss Perky’.
Jake didn’t bother to sit. Instead, he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and looked down at her. “Thanks for coming and for your offer to help me with the basement.” He shrugged. “I guess they told you there’s no need to worry about that. I got some people to do it.”
“Yes.” She nodded. “Meg told me.”
“I’d like to take advantage of your expertise in decorating. As you can see,” he gave her a reluctant smile, “I need help.”