How would she handle who she became, and who she left behind on that journey?
He thought it would be interesting to find out. He hoped the readers did, too.
It wouldn't hurt, he decided, to hit some blogs, give a few cryptic hints as to what was in store. He needed to check his e-mail anyway. And an hour break from the work would let the creative juices simmer.
He started to sit at his desktop when he heard a knock on his front door. Cautious since the Invasion of the Reporters, he checked out the window before he went down to answer.
"Hey, Mr. McGowan."
"Ford. I hope this isn't a bad time."
"No, actually, I was just taking a break. Come on in."
"There are a couple of things I'd like to talk with you about."
"Sure." Stupid to feel nervous, Ford told himself. It had been a long time since he'd had term papers and final exams on the line. "Ah, you want something cold?"
"That would be nice. I just finished doing some priming over at Cilla's."
"Is there a problem over there?" Ford asked as he led the way to the kitchen.
"Something about the hot water heater, a protracted debate over drawers versus doors on some sort of cabinetry and Buddy bitching about O rings. Otherwise, it looks to me as if the work over there is going very well."
"Cilla seems to be able to juggle all the balls. Have a seat. Tea work for you?"
"Perfect." Gavin waited while Ford poured the cold tea over ice in tall glasses. Then he set the tabloids on the counter.
Ford glanced down, turned the angle of the top paper for a better view. "Ouch. Has Cilla seen these?"
"Yes. I take it you haven't."
"No, I've been in Centuria most of the day. Working, I mean," he explained. "How'd she take it?"
"Not well."
"Jesus, could this be any cheesier?" Ford asked, tapping the photo with Janet's "ghost." "Any twelve-year-old can Photoshop better than that. But this insert of Cilla when she was a kid's pretty cute."
Saying nothing, Gavin opened the paper, watched as Ford skimmed down and saw his own face. "Man, I need a haircut. I keep meaning to take care of that. Hmm, 'Cilla's Outraged Lover Rushes to Her Aid.' I don't appear especially outraged in this shot. Concerned would fit better. They ought to..."
The full phrase, and the fact that Cilla's father sat at his counter drinking iced tea, sank in, and had him clearing his throat. "Listen, Mr. McGowan, Cilla and I- That is, it's not... Well, it is, but-"
"Ford, I'm not shocked by the fact that you and Cilla are sleeping together, and I don't own a shotgun."
"Okay. Well." He took a deep gulp of tea. "Okay then."
"Is it?" Gavin opened another paper. "If you read this one, you'll see it's suggested you've been seduced by the lonely, trapped spirit of Janet Hardy-or you've seduced the granddaughter in an attempt to become Janet's lover."
Ford actually snorted. "Sorry, but it just strikes me funny. I don't know, if they had any real imagination, I'd be the reincarnation of somebody cool. Bogart or Gregory Peck, who's slaking his lust for the reincarnation of Janet Hardy by banging Cilla every chance he gets. And God, sorry about the banging comment. Really."
Gavin sat back, took a sip of his tea. "You were one of my best students. Bright, creative. A bit awkward and eccentric, but never dull. I always enjoyed what could be called your unique thought process. I told Cilla this morning I've always been fond of you."
"I'm really glad to hear that, considering."
"And considering, what are your intentions toward my daughter?"
"Oh boy. I just got this thing in my chest." Ford thumped on it. "Do you think extreme anxiety can cause a heart attack in somebody my age?"
"I doubt it, but I promise to call nine-one-one if necessary." Eyes direct, Gavin inclined his head. "After you answer the question."
"I want her to marry me. She's not there yet. Still got that thing," he added, rubbing now with the heel of his hand. "We've only been..." Probably not the way to go, Ford decided. "We've only known each other a few months, but I know how I feel. I love her. Am I supposed to tell you about my prospects and stuff? This is my first time."
"It's mine, too. I'd say between you and Cilla, your prospects are more than fine. I'd also say, in my opinion, you suit each other."
"There, it's going away." Ford took his first