Page 90 of Faking Forever
We agreed to communicate our schedules, remember?
Don’t worry, you won’t run into me today. I won’t be in town.
Smith
You don’t know the area, you should tell someone where you’re going.
True. AndI have.
Smith
Who?
That doesn’t concern you.
Smith
How will you get there?
Also doesn’t concern you.
Smith
I can give you a ride.
No.
Smith
Why are you being like this?
Gotta go.
Her phone pinged a few more times. But she ignored it. Then it rang. And rang again.
An altogether too-soothing chime, which made her frown. That wouldn’t do at all. She swiped through the App Store and very quickly found amuchmore appropriate ringtone for Smith.
He messaged almost immediately after she’d changed to the new tone and her driver’s eyes flew to the rearview mirror at the strident sound of the new alert.
Happy with the man’s startled reaction, Kenny smirked at the sight of his raised eyebrows.
So much better.
She donned her sunglasses and tucked her phone into her bag, enjoying the feel of the wind streaming through her loose hair.
She’d rented a cherry-red 1966 Mustang convertible for the day and Lia’s husband, Sam Brand—who owned a globalpersonal security company—had quickly and efficiently secured a driver for her. The guy, Caleb, would be her driver for the duration of her stay.
He was grim-faced man who handled the powerful car with proficient ease.
Kenny was happy for his surly company. He rarely spoke, left her to do her own thing, and didn’t hover, only assisting her when she asked for it.
She enjoyed a mostly silent tour of the Garden Route. Had a solitary lunch at a quaint coastal eatery, explored a couple of flea markets and bought useless trinkets for herself, a pretty sea foam-green silk scarf for Tina, an intricately beaded handmade turquoise bookmark for Beth, who was a voracious reader, and a crocheted mother-and-baby elephant set for Fern and baby Cas.
Fern wasn’t due for another three months, but Cade had taken to calling the baby Cas. He claimed that the fetus resembled Casper the Friendly Ghost on the ultrasound.
The name had caught on very quickly and something told Kenny that the child would be saddled with it for real.
She was pleased with her humble cache of gifts and she hoped her sisters-in-law would appreciate it for what it was. An overture… a gesture of friendship.
