Summer of Love - Carly Phillips Page 0,52

had been the focus of their discussion in the kitchen earlier. Just as obviously she’d agreed.

He glanced at Zoe, meeting her gaze. Her cheeks were flushed pink, but she didn’t say a word nor could he decipher from her expression how she felt about this turn of events. But no matter how Zoe viewed things, Ryan felt as if he’d been given a second chance with her and with Sam.

And this time they’d be on his turf. Though normally advantage went to the home team, the old adage didn’t apply here, and Ryan knew he’d have to work extra hard to win Sam over. And not to lose Zoe at the same time.

Zoe shifted in the passenger seat of Ryan’s car. With every breath she took, she inhaled his cologne and her insides cramped with a burning need she couldn’t suppress no matter how much practicality dictated she ought to.

She still didn’t know how she’d ended up accompanying Sam to Boston with Ryan. She’d fought the good fight with her parents and Quinn, but even she’d agreed Sam needed to get out of town. And everyone including Zoe felt that Sam couldn’t go alone with Ryan.

For his part, Ryan had been understanding of Sam’s feelings. He’d even shocked Zoe by convincing his uncle that meeting Sam right now would be too traumatic. So after staying one night with Ryan, Russ had gone home, and neither Zoe nor her family had had to deal with him just yet.

Just when she thought she’d pegged Ryan, a conservative man with whom she had nothing in common, he went and did something that put him back into high esteem, leaving her confused about her feelings. She shook her head, knowing she’d lied. She wasn’t confused. She desired Ryan Baldwin. She liked the man a whole lot. Unless he morphed into the uptight man she’d first met. Then he scared her. And now they were heading to his territory, a place where she had no bearings and where she feared he’d definitely become a man she couldn’t understand.

For now, she sat in the middle of a mini war zone with Sam having entrenched herself in the back, determined not to like Ryan. She’d wanted to bring Ima, and though Zoe had agreed, she’d had a gut feeling Ryan would not. So she’d instructed Sam to put Ima in the dog tote they’d bought for her until she became too big to be a lap pet, and Zoe had placed the covered bag in the back with Sam when Ryan wasn’t looking. Sam had already learned how to keep the pig happy and relatively quiet and each bathroom trip Sam made, she took Ima with her so the pig could relieve herself somewhere besides the car or the carrier.

Unfortunately, taking along Ima hadn’t appeased Sam. She’d spent their first hour on the road sulking in the back seat. Ryan had long since stopped trying to make conversation with her, and after a short talk about the Red Sox and Yankees, in which Zoe discovered that being a Mets fan made her rise further in Ryan’s estimation, they’d reverted to a silence that included Sam’s prolonged sighs and groans.

For her part, Zoe tried not to stare at Ryan’s handsome profile or reach out and touch his hand to reassure him that in time he would win Sam over.

“I have to pee,” Sam said from behind them.

Ryan glanced in the rearview mirror. “I just stopped for you not fifteen minutes ago.”

“Yeah, well, I have to pee again.”

Zoe shook her head. Between Sam’s language and rest stop commands, she was sorely testing Ryan’s patience. Not even Ima, who’d already begun to train, needed to relieve herself that often.

“I’ll make you a deal. You watch your mouth, especially when we hit Boston, and I’ll stop as many times as you need without complaining.” Despite his dark sunglasses, Zoe could tell he was watching in the mirror for a reaction from the teen.

Zoe turned toward the back seat in time to see Sam shrug, but she didn’t volunteer a yes or no answer.

Although Zoe agreed that Sam needed to refine her choice of words, she couldn’t help but fear that Ryan’s demand had more ominous undertones, ones that had roots in his late sister’s behavior and the reasons she’d run away from home. Zoe didn’t want to see Ryan, the relaxed man she’d come to enjoy in New Jersey, revert to the stuffier man she’d first met. The one she’d seen