"To…change," Ryan said in return, coming up with the most apropos word he could find under the circumstances.
"To change," his father echoed.
"Is Uncle Russ coming for dinner?" Ryan asked.
His mother shook her head. "He had to work late. He said to send his regrets."
Ryan nodded, relieved he wouldn't have to face him just yet. He wanted time with his father to figure out what Mark Baldwin knew and fill him in on what he didn't. He hoped that together they'd come up with a way to handle the past- and minimize any future damage to the company or to the family. Soon though he'd have to pay his uncle a visit and begin to tie up those loose ends.
"I was sorry to hear Samantha and Zoe went home," his mother said, interrupting his thoughts.
Her words took him by surprise. "Does that apply to both Zoe and Sam? Or is the truth that you were glad to see Zoe go?"
His mother blinked, obviously surprised. "Of course I mean them both."
Ryan studied her, trying to assess her sincerity.
"That Zoe has character." Grandma Edna walked slowly into the room using her cane. "Reminds me of myself in my youth."
"Then why did you make her feel like a pariah?" Ryan asked.
His grandmother laughed. "Because the only way to be accepted is to earn your place."
More old-fashioned wisdom from the Baldwin family, Ryan thought. The more things changed, the more some things stayed the same.
Grandma Edna smacked her cane against the floor for emphasis. "We couldn't make it too easy on the girl, now could we?"
"You didn't make it easy on my sister and she's gone for good. Were you trying to repeat history?"
The older woman, whom Ryan had never known well, snorted in reply. "Zoe's made of stronger stuff. I knew it the moment she stood up to me over those napkins at dinner. I, for one, respect her."
"Well it would have been nice if you'd told her so."
"She didn't ask."
Ryan rolled his eyes. "You could have shown her, then."
She tapped the cane again. "Zoe was too busy assuming we didn't like her and protecting Samantha from us, for no good reason. What about you? Why didn't you tell her so? Maybe then she wouldn't have taken Samantha and gone home."
"Mother's got a point," Vivian said.
Ryan opened his mouth, then shut it again. Were they really advocating for Zoe?
Grandma Edna sniffed. "I'm hungry," she said before he could formulate a reply.
Ryan knew that in her mind, her proclamation ended the subject, which was just fine with him. He turned and started for the swinging doors leading to the dining room.
"Dinner is in the kitchen tonight."
His mother's voice stopped him and Ryan paused midstride. "We've never eaten in the kitchen."
"Then it's about time we start, isn't it?" his father asked.
"Uhh…Why?" Ryan leaned against the nearest wall, exhausted from trying to keep up with the new pace here.
His mother walked over and locked her arm with his. "Because if Samantha's going to live in Boston and be happy, she can't be subjected to all the formality and structure her mother couldn't handle."
A swell of gratitude rose in Ryan's chest as he realized how much his parents were willing to change for the sake of their granddaughter. He knew how hard it must be for them to acknowledge both their mistakes and their role in Faith's death.
He'd never been prouder of his family.
And he'd never been more certain of what he had to do next. Because despite the one-hundred-eighty-degree turn in his parents, he still couldn't envision Sam growing up anywhere near here, the place that destroyed her mother.
In the same instant he accepted his family, he also acknowledged that he needed to do what was best for Sam and that meant allowing Sam to be raised by two people who loved her. Who understood what a teenage girl needed. People who wouldn't stifle her spirit, yet would provide the proper discipline. People who'd be there when she left for school in the morning and when she came home in the afternoon. Most important, people who Ryan trusted not to deny her access to her blood relatives who also loved her.
Sam belonged with Elena and Nicholas Costas.
He spent the next hour explaining his decision to his parents, who, to his surprise, understood. He even sensed their relief at not having to deal with a teenager again this late in life.
After they ate dinner, his mother and grandmother retired early for the evening. "An after-dinner drink?" Mark asked Ryan as he poured himself a cognac.
Ryan shook his head. "How about an after-dinner discussion instead?"
"That would be a novelty," Mark said.
He had a point, since Ryan and his father hadn't been close. Ever. Perhaps it was time they began some sort of relationship based on truth and understanding. "When you had your heart attack you cut back on running the business, right?" he asked his father.
"I cut back on traveling from store to store, yes." He narrowed his gaze. "Why do you ask?"
"In the years before you cut back, were you focused on the nitty-gritty? Like financials and insurance?"
His father waved a hand. "That always was your uncle Russ's forte, not mine. In time it'll go to J.T. I preferred the hands-on dealings and once I slowed down there, I focused more on golf." He smiled at his words and swallowed a gulp of his drink. He regarded his son and his expression sobered. "What's going on, Ryan?"
As succinctly as possible, Ryan began to explain everything he'd discovered about Uncle Russ.
"Impossible," Mark said.
"Unfortunately, it's true," Uncle Russ said as he entered the room and joined them. "I wanted to be here when you heard everything, and I assumed Ryan would tell you tonight."
"I can't believe you sent my daughter away. That you made money off of our family's tragedy and our business." Mark raised his voice to his brother in a way Ryan hadn't heard in years.
"It was a long time ago," Ryan said to his father, expressing some of the things he'd come to terms with over the last week. "And I do believe Uncle Russ thought he was bailing Faith out."
"You're defending him?" Mark yelled.
Uncle Russ placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Don't. You'll wake the women." He turned to Ryan. "But that's a good question. Why are you defending me?"
Ryan drew a deep breath. "You've always been there for me. I can't forget that. Plus I know you, and I have a hard time believing your intentions were all bad. I'm not saying I'm over it or that it won't take time to rebuild trust, but…" He shrugged. "Life's too short to waste time hating or holding grudges. Faith taught me that."
His uncle extended his hand and Ryan took it, going so far as to pull him closer and pat him on the back.
"I'll leave it to the two of you to deal with the business and the past," Ryan said to his father and his uncle and started for the door. He hadn't been involved in the family business before and he wasn't about to start now.
"Ryan?" his uncle called to him.
He glanced over his shoulder. "Yes?"
"I suggest you attend to your future."
Ryan didn't need to ask his uncle what he meant.
Chapter Fifteen
ZOE LET HERSELF into her parents' house around 3:00 a.m. and quietly placed her keys on the console by the front door. She slipped off her shoes so she wouldn't wake anyone and silently headed toward the stairs.
"Did you ever hear the expression, too busy to think?"
At the sound of an unexpected voice, Zoe jerked around and shrieked aloud. "Mom! Jeez, I didn't expect anyone to be up at this hour. You scared me to death." She placed her hand over her rapidly beating heart.
"What were you doing out so late?" Elena asked, rising from the couch. She stepped forward, nearly tripping on her kimono before catching herself and hiking up the sides of the flowing garment with her hands.
Zoe shook her head, but knew better than to comment on Elena's clothing. "Why don't you sit, Mom?"