Seaside Avenue (Cedar Cove #7)(70)

Before he left, Troy got the name of the hotel where Megan and Craig would be staying. As soon as he got home, he ordered champagne for their room. A romantic weekend was exactly what his daughter needed—and so did he.

Saturday evening, Troy was dressed by five o’clock. He shaved, combed his hair, then watched the clock for nearly three hours, pacing and periodically turning on the TV to pass the time. Precisely at eight, he parked outside Scott Beckwith’s house on a street close to Rosewood Lane

. He was just climbing out of the car when Faith opened the screen door and stepped outside to greet him. Her son, Scott, was with her and the two of them had a brief conversation. Troy recognized Scott from seeing him around town but hadn’t known, of course, that he was Faith’s son.

After a quick introduction, Faith ran in to get her bag, leaving Troy to exchange awkward remarks with her son. Troy was conscious of being carefully assessed but he didn’t sense that Scott disliked him or disapproved. A far cry from Megan.

He and Faith walked to his car a few minutes later. She’d worn a simple green long-sleeved dress and had thrown a lacy knit shawl over her shoulders. Her beauty left him nearly breathless.

“You look…” He struggled for the right word. “Amazing,” he concluded, convinced he sounded like a tongue-tied nincompoop. Whenever he was around Faith, he had to remind himself that he was a responsible adult in a position of trust.

“You, too,” she said with a light laugh. “Oh, I have your socks.”

“I’ll wear them every day.” They’d remind him of her, not that he needed reminding.

He held open the car door for her, the same way he had in high school—the same way he had for Sandy. His father had drilled manners into him from an early age and they’d stayed with him all these years.

Once inside the car, Faith asked, “Are you ready to tell me where we’re going?”

“You’ll know soon enough.”

“Okay.” She smiled over at him.

Clutching the wheel with tense hands, Troy started his car. He wished he could kiss her right then and there, but he resisted. Not in front of her son’s house! And not where Megan might hear about it…

After ten minutes of driving through back streets, Faith seemed to guess their destination. “Troy?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not going where I think you’re going—are you?”

He took the winding road up Briar Patch Hill. One surreptitious glance told him Faith had figured it out.

“Troy! This is where we used to come to neck.”

“I see you remember,” he said softly, enjoying the tinge of pink that colored her cheeks.

“It had the best view of the lighthouse,” Faith said, her voice husky. “I’m surprised someone hasn’t built a house here.”

“It’s county property.”

“I want to know how many other girls you brought up here,” she said with mock sternness.

“None.” That was true. Not even Sandy. “You’re the only one. Ever.”

“Remember the first time we parked up here?”

Troy wasn’t likely to forget. His father had let him take the car. He and Faith had gone to a basketball game and afterward they’d attended the school dance. About halfway through, he’d suggested that since he had a car, they go for a drive. Faith had agreed. They’d parked up here, on the bluff overlooking the Cove.

Troy, however, couldn’t remember a single thing about the view; what he did remember was kissing Faith. Holding her…They’d returned to their favorite spot many times after that. He liked to consider this place theirs, although a lot of other couples had claimed it, too.

“What do you have in mind, Troy Davis?” Faith teased when he parked the car and turned off the ignition. It was dark now and the lights around the Cove glittered brightly, reflecting on the water.

“It’s a pretty view, don’t you think?”

“Lovely,” she whispered.

Troy stretched his arm across the back of her seat.

“As I recall, the last time we were here, there were no bucket seats and no console between us,” she said.

“We can compensate for that.” Troy leaned toward her. Faith shifted closer to him and their lips met. Although it was a bit clumsy, his arms came around her and she leaned into him. The kiss was everything he’d anticipated, everything he wanted it to be.

When they broke apart, Faith’s head was on his shoulder. He certainly wasn’t comfortable in that position, but he didn’t care. Faith was in his arms. Again.

“I think time has only enhanced the experience,” he whispered.

Faith responded with a sweet smile. “I couldn’t agree with you more.”

Because it was too tempting to resist, Troy kissed her again. They were both breathing hard when he finished.

“I took your bra off here, remember?”

“Honestly, Troy.” She sounded flustered that he’d reminded her of that. In retrospect, it’d been a comedy of errors. He’d wanted to be sophisticated, pretending he knew all about a woman’s intimate apparel. As it turned out, the closure had been at the front, not the back, and taking pity on him, Faith had finally aided his addled efforts. No matter how much he’d embarrassed himself, though, the result had been worth it.