His grin turned into a smile, he bent his neck, kissed my forehead and his lips still there, he murmured, “Granola.”
Then he dropped his arms but caught my hand and, glancing at a now-smiling Mom and Steve, he led us into The Mark.
* * * * *
It was clearly past normal breakfast time for mountain people because the restaurant was only a quarter full.
There was no Sarah, it was Trudy who led us back to the corner booth we’d had that first night and she did it while chatting to us, especially me, like she’d known me my whole life.
We sat, Max and I with our backs to the wall, and barely got ourselves sorted before Arlene marched up to our table, introduced herself to my mother and Steve and then launched into a tirade about the proposed new plans for some strip mall. This tirade was directed mostly at me in a way that made it seem like Arlene and I had been in cahoots during a variety of shenanigans and therefore Arlene thought I’d agree wholeheartedly with her and together we’d start arranging meetings where we’d create signs and banners and organize townsfolk to picket the building site. Then she declared she needed to “get wrecked” and we were to meet her at The Dog at eight o’clock that night. Then without waiting for us to accept or decline this invitation she marched away.
Trudy came back, took our orders (lucky for Max, they had yogurt but no berries) and walked away but when she did a woman approached. I remembered her from the night of Max teaching Damon a lesson. She was the one who ran in to get Mindy and my bags. She was also, I discovered, the designer who made my earrings and ring and although we’d spoken less than a dozen words to each other she chatted animatedly to me and Mom, Max and Steve like we’d all been present when they’d taken the training wheels off her bike. Then a mountain man across the room called her name in much the same impatient tone as Max spoke to me before we left his house. She smiled at us, gave us a finger wave and told me, specifically, she’d see me at The Dog as if we met there frequently for Girl’s Night Out then she left.
Everyone but Max watched her go.
Then Steve turned to me and said, “How long you been here again? I thought it was a week.”
Max slid his arm along the back of the booth and burst out laughing.
I ignored Max’s laughter and explained, “People here are friendly.”
“I’ll say,” Mom muttered and I heard Max’s phone ring.
He leaned forward, pulled it out of his back pocket and looked at the display.
I did too, it said “Bitsy calling.”
“Sorry, gotta take this,” Max murmured and slid out of the booth, flipping it open.
I sat in the booth watching him walk to the entry as he put the phone to his ear and deciding I liked the way he walked. He was tall, big, his body muscular but his gait wasn’t lumbering. It was agile, fluid, almost graceful in a manly, macho way.
“Can I just say…” Mom started and I looked at her to see she was also watching Max, “that I don’t like him.” She looked back to me, leaned in, her eyes alight and she finished, “I love him.”
“Mom –”
“No, I adore him,” she amended.
“Mom –”
“No, I want to adopt him. But if I did that might make it weird, seeing as you’d be brother and sister, in a way, so I’ll just wait for him to become my son-in-law.”
“Nellie,” Steve said through a smile, “enough.”
“I’m moving to Colorado,” I blurted my announcement and both Steve and Mom stared at me.
“Come again?” Steve asked.
“I’m moving to Colorado.”
Mom clapped loudly and cried, “Yay!” even louder.
I leaned forward and hissed, “Mom, be quiet! Max has asked, kind of, in his Max way which means he told me I was moving here but I haven’t agreed, yet. He doesn’t know I’ve decided. I want to tell him, special if I can.”
Mom leaned forward too and whispered, “Yay.”
I smiled at her, shook my head at Steve and sat back.
“This is wonderful.” Mom was still whispering. “Marvelous, sweetie. Perfect timing. We haven’t had a chance to tell you, with all the things going on, but Steve and I have bought an RV.”