I followed my cat into the kitchen and closed the door behind us. Diesel loped off to the utility room, home to his litter box and food and water bowls. I followed his example and poured myself a glass of water. As I drank I heard laughter from the direction of the living room. I recognized the baritone rumble of Sean’s voice, but there was a second voice. A female voice, and it sounded oddly familiar.
“It can’t be,” I said as I shook my head. My heart beat faster, and I set the glass on the counter.
Moments later I paused in the living room doorway and stared at the two people on the couch—my son, Sean, and my daughter, Laura.
She caught sight of me and jumped up. “Surprise, Dad!” She grinned as she ran to give me a hug.
I threw my arms around her and held her tight. “What a wonderful surprise.” I glanced over at Sean, still on the sofa. He grinned broadly.
“Look at my movie star daughter.” I released Laura and stepped back. I hadn’t seen her since Christmas, and I was thrilled to have her here. Her visits home were all too infrequent. “You and Sean really put one over on me.”
“Not a movie star yet, Dad, but I’m working on it.” Laura laughed as she posed for me. Even dressed in jeans and an old linen man’s shirt she was still beautiful and looked several years younger than her age, twenty-four. Like her brother she had curly black hair and expressive eyes. She had the gamine grace of Audrey Hepburn despite the fact that she was five-ten in her bare feet.
“I had a hard time not telling you on Wednesday when you called me.” Laura laughed again. “I knew Sean would kill me, though, because we wanted it to be a real surprise.” She took my hand and led me to the couch.
I sat with a child on either side of me. “So your mysterious errand was going to the airport in Memphis.” I smiled at Sean, and he grinned.
I turned back to Laura. “How long can you stay? At least a week, I hope.”
Laura exchanged a sly glance with her brother. “Actually, I can stay longer than that, if you can stand having me.”
“Of course,” I said, delighted.
“I’ll be here through Christmas.” Laura giggled at my stunned expression.
“That’s wonderful,” I said, somewhat bewildered. “But can you afford to be away from Los Angeles that long? Career-wise, I mean?”
Laura shrugged. “I guess I’ll find out. But in the meantime I’ve got a pretty good gig here.”
“What kind of gig do you have in Athena?” I couldn’t imagine what kind of acting job she had found here that would last several months.
Before Laura could respond, my thirty-six-pound cat jumped into her lap, startling all of us.
“Diesel. You rascal.” Laura hugged the cat as he warbled at her. Diesel adored my daughter, and the feeling was mutual. Last Christmas Laura threatened to catnap Diesel and take him back to California with her.
After a minute or so of loving attention to the cat, Laura focused again on me and Sean. “I’m going to be filling in at the college for a professor on maternity leave this fall. The person who was originally hired to do it got a full-time job and backed out, and I’m the last-minute replacement.”
“That’s wonderful,” I said. “So you’ll teach acting?”
Laura nodded. “A couple of basic courses, plus I’ll be helping with the fall productions of the Theater Department. Should be fun.”
A cell phone ring interrupted our conversation. Laura frowned as she pulled the phone from the pocket of her shirt. “Sorry about that.” She glanced at the display, then stuck the phone back in her pocket. “I am so not in the mood for him right now.” She grimaced.
“Him who?” I had to ask. Was some guy bothering her?
A guilty expression flashed across her face. “Oh, it’s just my former boyfriend. He’s always having some kind of crisis. But what can you expect from a playwright?” She wrinkled her nose and frowned.
Playwright? Dismay hit me. No, surely not. Not him.
TWO
“I thought you dumped him,” Sean said. “For what, the third time now?” He quirked an eyebrow at his sister.
Laura grimaced. “Second time. But I’ve got to put up with him this semester. He helped me get the gig, after all.”
“Are you talking about Connor Lawton?” I tried to keep my distaste for the man from coloring my voice.
Laura nodded. “Have you met him?”
“Several times,” I said. “He’s been in the library every Friday that I’ve worked the past month.” I paused. “I don’t remember you mentioning him before, although it sounds like you told Sean about him. Have you known him long?”
“Eight months, I guess.” Laura glanced down at Diesel, still lying across her lap. She stroked his head, and he purred in response. His tail flopped up and down across my legs. “I met him right after Christmas when I was cast in one of his plays. I told you about that. You know, the one where I played the waitress who thought Elvis had possessed her husband’s body?”
Sean snorted with laughter, and I had to smile. Laura was a huge Elvis fan, and I imagined she had had great fun with the part.
“I remember that much, but you neglected to tell me you were dating the playwright.” Or anything about him, I added to myself.
“Sorry about that, Dad.” Laura shrugged. “The only reason Sean knew about him was because he spent a weekend in LA with me and saw the play back in February. I wasn’t dating Connor then, though he’d already asked me out a few times.”
“He came to Laura’s dressing room after the play.” Sean met my gaze as I turned to look at him. “He seemed okay, though he sure has a healthy opinion of himself. He spent probably fifteen minutes quoting reviews of his plays.” Sean shook his head in obvious amusement.
Laura snickered. “That’s Connor. Self-absorbed ought to be his middle name. I told him that once, and he took it as a compliment.”
“Why would you date someone like that?” I asked, puzzled by what I was learning about my daughter. “I can’t see the attraction myself.” Not for someone as independent and strong-minded as you, I added silently.
“He can be charming and sweet when he makes an effort. And he really is an awesome writer. His plays are amazing.” Laura ran a hand through her curls. Diesel warbled, and she rubbed his head again. “But he’s also exhausting. High maintenance could be his other middle name.”
“Are you together now?” Sean asked.
“No, just friends at the moment,” Laura said. “And that’s all we’ll ever be, trust me.”
“I hope it stays that way,” I said. I didn’t fancy the idea of Connor Lawton as a potential son-in-law. “You can do a lot better, no matter how gifted he is.”
“You don’t think anyone’s good enough for me.” Laura poked my arm with a finger. “Admit it.”
“True,” I said, treating her to a mock-severe frown. Then I grinned. “Probably no one ever will be, though I’m willing to be convinced at some point.”
“Maybe there’s a prince somewhere willing to marry a commoner.” Sean smirked. “Dad can recruit him for you, little sister.”
“And maybe he’ll have a sister for my big brother,” Laura said in a sweet tone. “That is, if she’s willing to kiss a frog.” She stuck her tongue out at Sean.
I laughed but decided to shift the conversation back to Connor Lawton. “Will it be awkward for you, having to be around him all semester?”