“And pants. And shoes and a tie. I went to my brother’s wedding a while back and I have my sister’s in December.”
“You have family?” She waved her hand. “Never mind. None of my business.”
Since they were kind of on a first date, he started in. “I’ve got a brother, fourteen years younger than me, a sister, eighteen years younger. And then my brother’s wife came with four kids. After my sister gets married, I’ll have a brother-in-law, too, though Ben’s pretty much a brother already. Oh, and Ariel. She’s the daughter of Connie’s high school friend. Who died. And Connie’s taking care of her. The daughter.” His family had become complicated in the past year. “You?”
“No. None. Well, Fran. And Moshe. That’s Fran’s son. And his family. He has four children, too, with another due any day. But they’re not blood. I was an only child, and my parents died when I was sixteen.”
“No cousins or anything?”
“I have an uncle, but he lives in Australia. I don’t even know how to contact him. Or what to say if I did.”
“I guess I’d be in pretty much the same situation if my mom hadn’t married my stepdad.”
“Is your father dead, then?”
“Nope. Though I keep checking the obits. Where there’s death, there’s hope.” Now, where had that come from? No one else in the world knew that he lived for the day he’d hear his father was dead, and it was probably not a good idea to tell a woman you were on any kind of date with that you hoped your father died. Especially one whose own father was killed in an accident. A sudden death meant you spent your whole life saying goodbye. “Anyway, I was in this heat for twelve straight hours. How about we go for dinner and talk more there?”
She emoji-ed through a bunch of looks until she settled on a thinking one. “We could call it a date. We could take a picture as proof, right?”
“Right.”
Her blue eyes flickered back and forth. “But you understand that we’re not actually dating? I would hate for you to make the mistake of settling on me. And you would be settling if you assumed we were dating. Which, clearly, we’re not.”
He picked his way through her twisting string of words before arriving at a conclusion. “If we were dating, I wouldn’t feel as if I’m settling, but since we’re not dating, I’m not settling. We’re actors playing a role.”
Her lips pursed in a gentle release of air. “What are we during dinner?”
“Rehearsing our lines, is all. Like a business dinner. Completely legitimate.”
“All right. Separate bills, then?”
He wasn’t keen on that idea, but he also didn’t want to send her any mixed messages, either. “I came over to tell you what I figured out from reading Austen, so—”
“You’re reading Jane Austen?”
“I am. You recommended her for my problem with women.”
“Yes, but the only men I know who have willingly read Jane Austen are those who signed up for my class. And other professors. Certainly no one who swings a hammer for a living.”
Mel liked the idea he had surprised her. “My point is, how about I pay for dinner and in return you let me tell you my theory about why men lose their pride?”
Daphne pivoted on her flip-flops back in the direction of his vehicle. “Indeed. I’m eager to get a layman’s perspective.”
A lay—Who? “It’s because they go around visiting all day instead of working. Take that Edward Ferrar fellow.”
“What about him?” Daphne said warningly, as if he were about to insult her best friend.
“I think he would’ve got around to Elinor sooner if he had told the aunt to take her money and stuff it.”
Daphne’s mouth dropped open. He’d surprised her again. The next few weeks were going to make for some really interesting conversation about couples, even though it would never apply to their situation...
* * *
WEDNESDAY NIGHT WAS officially known as the Greene Family Game Night. It was held out on the farm where Mel’s brother, Seth, and his wife, Alexi, lived with The Four Kids, the name Mel and Connie had given to Alexi’s adopted children. Every Greene and those connected to a Greene were expected to come.
They’d normally be outside, but a crackling good thunderstorm had them penned inside tonight.
The Twister mat was laid out in the middle of the living room, and Mel was bent awkwardly with his right foot on a green circle and his left hand on a blue one. He wasn’t built for this anymore. Daphne, on the other hand, would slot in nicely under him.
“Auntie Connie. Your turn,” Matt said and gave the spinner a whirl. “Left hand, red circle. Right foot, yellow circle.”
Connie edged and expanded her long limbs across the mat. “You haven’t forgotten about your Santa fitting tomorrow, have you, Mel?”
She’d talked him into playing the part of Santa Claus for her Christmas-in-the-Summer event next month. She’d also convinced Linda to be Mrs. Claus.
“Uh,” he said to Connie’s shoulder, “I haven’t. Have you... Have you talked to Linda?”
“She came by weeks ago for her fitting. We’re good.”
“Whose turn is it now?” Matt said.
“Linda’s,” Callie said from her acrobatic position on two adjoining yellows.
Matt said, “She’s not here, remember?”
And wouldn’t be probably ever again. He’d only told Seth that Linda couldn’t make it tonight. He’d best get the breakup out there now. “Did I mention what happened with the motor home at Tim Hortons last Thursday?”
His question was directed to the room at large, and it was answered at large. They’d heard the whole story, of course.
“Mom,” Matt said, “you take Linda’s spot.” Before Alexi could abstain, Matt said, “Right hand on blue and left foot on red.”
Alexi assumed the downward dog beside Mel, the exact position he was in. Only, she made it look effortless. “What you don’t know,” Mel said, “is that I was in Tim’s when the accident happened.”
Connie whipped to face him. “You what?” The sudden motion jarred loose her hand position and she fell to the mat.
“You’re out,” Matt said.
“But I... Fine... Stupid game,” Connie said and flipped off the mat. Mel envied her.
Connie plopped herself close to Ben on the couch and ate from his popcorn bag. “You better make this good, Mel.”
“Linda and I were having a coffee,” Mel said, “when I see this giant motor home turn to come into Tim Hortons. Only, it doesn’t—it goes the other way and I think that’s a good thing. Linda and I keep drinking coffee.” He remembered Callie. “I recommend whipped cream on top.”
Matt directed Callie to a position the girl accomplished in two quick moves. Mel cranked himself through his own moves and continued on. “But then the motor home comes for us again. No, I think. But it does. Suddenly the thing moves like an icebreaker toward us.” He had the whole table now. He unrolled the rest of his tale and then he gave the bonus material.
“Turns out the passenger and I have a lot in common. Her name’s Daphne. She’s a professor of English literature in Halifax. Lived there all her life, except for years in Toronto, where she went to get her degrees.” She’d filled him in on her life story when they’d