“A man my age should be allowed to get creaky and flabby.”
“Not when he’s my grandpa.”
“Are you going to nag Lily into all this when she gets back next week?”
“That’s the plan.”
Hugh took off his hat, wrung it out, plopped it back on. “Might be worth it then.”
Smiling, she pushed off to do a lazy reward lap, to float, to bask.
“Since Dad’s due back from London soon, he’ll come up for a while, and I’ll get him in on this, too. We can work out a synchronized routine. Take that show on the road.”
“The Swimming Sullivans.”
On another laugh, she did a surface dive, skimmed along the bottom and to the ladder. Pulling herself out, she toweled off while watching boats ply the sea.
“Look.” She pointed. “It’s a blue whale. The first I’ve seen this season.”
He stepped beside her in time to see the tail flip up, disappear.
“I remember watching whales sound from here when I was younger than you. And still, it never fails to pull me in. When my mother decided to move to Ireland, she asked which I wanted. The house here or in Beverly Hills.
“It was always this one. Always. Even when weeks, even months passed until I could be here and hope to see a whale sound, it was always this one.”
“We’re lucky, Grandpa, in our ancestors.”
“That we are.”
She hooked the towel on before dragging her hair back with her hands. “One problem with the location? Stylist. When Lily gets back, we’re going to join forces and get Gino up here for hair. He’d come to Big Sur for Lily.”
“You have beautiful hair.”
She squeezed water out of it. “It needs something. A good, professional whack. There are only two people I trust to whack at it. Gino, and the woman I found in New York after many sad and failed attempts.”
She turned, fluttered her eyelashes. “After all, I have a boyfriend now.”
“You couldn’t have chosen better.” Hugh put on a white terry cloth robe.
“Sometimes I think fate did the choosing, but either way.” She circled around to join him, hooked a floral sarong around her waist. “Come to dinner tonight.”
“I’m not horning in on your time together.”
“It’s not horning in if I’m asking you.”
As always, Consuela had already set the table for breakfast. A carafe of juice nestled in an ice bucket, an insulated pot of coffee stood ready.
Cate poured two servings of both.
“I’ll ask Dillon to bring steaks—and your favorite fingerling potatoes if they have any. I could attempt my second soufflé.”
On a happy sigh, Hugh sat. “You had me at ‘steak.’ ”
“Good. He can bring the dogs, and we’ll have ourselves a party.”
“And what are you doing today besides making me dinner?”
“Singing for most of it. You guest starred on that series Caper a couple seasons ago, didn’t you?”
“I did. Retired thief called back into action to help a friend. It’s a solid ensemble show, cleverly done.”
“And they’re doing a kind of musical episode, but it turns out the lead actress can’t carry a tune. Seriously can’t. They’d planned to play that for laughs, but don’t feel it worked. So I’m dubbing her songs. Two solos, a duet, and an ensemble.”
“You’ll have fun with it.”
“I already am. And here comes breakfast.”
Cate’s smile faded when she saw Consuela’s tight-lipped, hard-eyed expression.
“Is everything all right?”
“I don’t want to tell you.” With sharp movements, Consuela set down the tray. Lips compressed, she put two bowls of fruit and yogurt on the table, then the frittata. “But I must tell you.”
Hugh rose, pulled out a chair. “Sit down, Consuela.”
“I can’t sit. I’m too angry to sit.” On a rapid stream of Spanish, she threw up her hands, marched away and back again.
“That was too fast for me,” Hugh admitted, “except for the curse words. I don’t believe I’ve ever heard Consuela use those words.”
“It’s about Charlotte. On TV this morning. It’s all right. It won’t matter.”
That brought another spate of furious Spanish. But this time at the end of it, Consuela crossed her hands over her heart, closed her eyes, took several breaths.
“I’m sorry. I will calm. That woman, she was on my morning show with her lies and sad looks, and her pretending to be a good person. She says—announces,” Consuela corrected, “she is—has—established a big—much money—foundation. Her husband’s money because she is a . . .”
Stopping herself, she shook her head. “I will not say the word she is. She makes this for—ah, I’m too upset for English.”
“She’s established a charitable foundation.” Cate translated for Hugh