Her doorbell rang, followed by a rapid knocking.
“I’ll get it,” she told him. “I think the kid down the street has been selling candy for school. Stay where you are. I’ll be right back.” She got out of bed and grabbed her terry robe.
“We should probably get up,” he said.
“Just give me a minute.” She tied her robe and blew him a kiss.
The doorbell rang again; the knocking followed.
“Hold your horses,” she said, throwing open the door.
And there stood the sixty-eight-year-old fun couple she knew so well. Her father had that oddly colored, thinning hair and her mother’s short blond was all teased up and spiky, Ms. Modern. They were dressed…in evening clothes? Cocktail party attire.
“Coffee on?” her father asked, beaming.
“Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?”
Eight
“We missed you,” Candace Petruso said. “And we have a surprise.”
“Why are you dressed like that?” Leslie asked.
“Part of the surprise. Leslie, I thought for sure you’d be up. It’s…” She looked at her watch. “My gosh, it’s ten!”
“It’s Saturday morning!” Leslie protested, a little flustered.
“You’re usually an early riser,” Robert said, pushing his way into the house. “Where’s the kitchen? I’ll put on the coffee. Candace, you get the music ready and we’ll push a little furniture back, make space.” And he was off in the direction of the kitchen.
“Music? What is going on?” Leslie demanded. “Did you get up at five to make this drive from Grants Pass?”
Candace came in and looked around. “Oh, Les, this is just as adorable as the pictures you sent. I think it’s really you. You know your father—he can’t sleep past four-thirty even though he has nothing in the world to get up for. And he can’t seem to be quiet, either. We had something we wanted to show you so we decided on the spur of the moment. It’s a nice drive.”
“Must have been kind of uncomfortable in your fancy clothes,” she observed.
“Don’t be silly, we stopped at a service station and changed,” Candace said. She put her iPod with speakers on Leslie’s coffee table.
Robert was back, brushing his hands together. “There! Coffee’s on. Let’s make a little room here.” He pushed the chair back against the wall, the coffee table against the sofa, the dining table back, chairs pushed in. “You’re going to get the biggest kick out of this, Leslie,” he said.
“I’d better.” Leslie crossed her arms over her chest.
“It’s spectacular,” Robert promised. “Now stay right there. Candace, press Play.”
Just as Candace pushed the button, before the music even started, Conner stepped into the room looking like pure sex. His short hair was mussed, and he had a scruffy growth of beard surrounding that tight, trim little goatee. He’d pulled on his faded jeans that hung low on his delicious hips, his feet bare. He wore his white T-shirt and had carelessly stuffed a handful of it into the low waist of the jeans right at the center, over the zipper. The hair on his chest was visible in the V-neck, and she wanted to run her fingers through it. His eyes were sleepy and his smile small and one-sided. He came to stand next to Leslie.
“Oh!” Candace said, startled. A tango began to play, and Candace looked at her husband. “Robert, we should have called! We’re intruding.”
“No problem,” Conner said.
Candace smiled. “You must be Conner,” she said.
“Luckily,” he said, causing Leslie to laugh.
Candace grabbed Robert’s hand and said, “We’ll be along now and call you in a couple of hours. Maybe we can get together for lunch or something....”
“Don’t be silly,” Leslie said. “You’re here now. Let’s see your surprise. Then we’ll plan lunch.”
“Are you sure?” Candace asked.
“The tango, I presume?” Leslie asked, lifting a brow.
“I guess we got a little excited. We’ve been taking some dance lessons.”
“Getting ready to knock ’em dead on the cruise! You’re the only one we’re showing,” Robert said. “This sort of thing was a lot easier when you lived in Grants Pass.”
“Well, let’s see, then,” Leslie said.
“Are you absolutely sure, honey?” Candace wanted to know.
“Go for it, Mother. Believe me, you have my complete attention.”
Candace started the music again, Robert swept her up in the traditional embrace, and they glided back and forth across the living room floor. Nicely, as a matter of fact. They were very agile and coordinated, and their moves were well matched. They looked into each other’s eyes like practiced partners ready for Dancing with the Stars. Her mother’s short, spiky blond hair even looked professionally done. Leslie tilted her head and glanced up at Conner. He lifted his brows in amusement.
After watching them dance for a couple of minutes, Conner turned and pulled Leslie into his arms. He put her arm around his shoulder and tucked her hand into his chest. Then with his cheek against hers, he simply rocked back and forth, dancing his own slower dance, keeping time with the music. Sort of.
“Your parents are very interesting,” he whispered in her ear.
She laughed. “Aren’t they?”
“Your mother is gorgeous for almost seventy.”
“I know. I hope I got her genes.”
“I do, too. Otherwise you might find yourself dying your hair with some reddish-black concoction.” She giggled. “Your dad has the worst dye job I’ve ever seen.”
“I know. Mom fusses about his thinning hair all the time, but apparently to him it looks good.”
“He got a lot of it on his bean,” Conner said. “I think he stained it good.”
“I know,” she said as she chuckled.
“They’re fun, aren’t they?” Conner asked.
“Sometimes a bit too much fun,” she answered.
“Look at them,” he said. “They’re having the time of their lives, doing the tango in their daughter’s living room. How long have they been married?”
“Forty-three years.”
“When the dance contest is over, here’s what we should do,” Conner said. “I should go home to shower, shave and change, you should have coffee with your folks and get dressed, and then we should meet at Jack’s for lunch so they can interrogate me a little bit.”
They turned and looked as Robert dragged Candace across the floor in a wicked tango move. They turned back.
“Okay,” Leslie said. “But you don’t have to be interrogated.”
“I don’t mind a little bit,” he said. “Basic information, you know. Name, rank, serial number. Let’s not tell them I was married to a sex addict, okay?”
“I still haven’t told them I was married to a guy who had trouble getting it up.”
Conner’s eyes flew open wide. “He did?”
“Shit. I was going to be classy and keep that to myself. Naturally I thought that was mostly my fault.”
He ran a knuckle down the curve of her jaw; his blue eyes got all dark and smoky. “No way.”
“Thank you,” she mouthed.
Candace and Robert ended the tango with an elaborate flourish that left Candace draped along the floor at Robert’s feet, one arm extended into the air.
Leslie and Conner parted and applauded while Robert helped his wife to her feet. He bowed and Candace dipped into a curtsy. “What do you think, honey?” Robert asked.
“I think you’re awesome, provided one of you doesn’t break a hip.” She stared pointedly at her mother. “You might want to go easy on the collapsing to the floor part, Mom.”
“I’m very careful and my bone density is excellent,” Candace said. “All right, we’ll get out of your hair. If you really do have time for lunch, just tell us—”
“I have a better idea,” Conner said. “I’m going home to shower and change. I’ll meet you at noon, if that works for you three.”
“Perfect,” Leslie said. “See you at Jack’s.”
As Conner drove to his cabin to change, he saw it as very strange indeed that he should consider the tango debut of Leslie’s eccentric parents absolutely normal, but he did. Sure they were a little out there, but they were clearly enjoying life and each other. And they loved Leslie.
When Conner had been twenty and Katie a mere seventeen a heart attack had dropped their mother like a stone. She’d only been fifty-three and hadn’t seemed the high-risk type at all—she had been trim and fit and very energetic, much like Candace. Three years later their father passed after a short, difficult battle with colon cancer—he’d been sixty-three.
Not only had they lost their parents too young, Conner and Katie had been left the house they’d grown up in and Conner’s Hardware. Twenty-three and the owner/operator of a substantial business. If he hadn’t had a few trusted employees who had worked for his father for a long time, he would surely have sunk out of sight. Now he found himself wondering what his parents would be like, had they lived. Nothing like Candace and Robert, that was for sure. His mom hadn’t ever been very fancy and his dad had been a real stick-in-the-mud. They wouldn’t be taking tango lessons or going on cruises. But his dad had had a dream of a retirement cabin on a lake that was full of fat fish. They both had looked forward to grandchildren…and had never met the boys.
Had Conner relocated to Virgin River for some reason other than this particular one, his parents would have enjoyed this kind of place. But he was living a whole new life in a whole new world, and he found himself hoping Leslie’s parents would like the new him.
Leslie jumped in the shower, then pulled on some jeans. With her hair still wet and wildly curly, she grabbed a cup of coffee and went in search of her parents. She found her mother sitting on the back porch enjoying a lovely late-April morning. Candace had changed into slacks, and Robert was nowhere in sight.
“Where’s Dad?” Leslie asked, joining her mother.
“He wanted to walk around the town a little bit. Leslie, I apologize again. How naive of me—I knew you had a young man in your life....”
“Don’t give it a thought.”
“Well, we’re so foolish. We might’ve come all this way and found you weren’t even at home! I promise, I’ll think ahead in the future.”
“I was home and everything is fine.”
“Conner went home to shower,” Candace said. “Does that mean he doesn’t exactly live here with you?”
Leslie laughed. “He doesn’t at all! Conner has a very small cabin by the river and I’ve never even seen it. His stay in Virgin River could be even more temporary than mine.”
“And what brings him here?”
“He has an old friend who found him a job with Paul after the contractor he worked for in Colorado Springs filed bankruptcy and shut down. But Conner has a sister who’s still back in Colorado Springs. She’s a young widow with a couple of little boys. Conner has mentioned more than once that he misses them, that he wants to be closer. They’re his only family.”
“He’s close to his family.”
“He is. And from what I hear from Paul, he’s a very talented finisher and carpenter. Great with cabinetry, stone countertops and such. No matter where he goes, he’ll land on his feet with work.”
“And the two of you?” Candace asked. “Is it serious?”
“In a way,” Leslie said with a little lift of one shoulder. “As you can tell, we’re very close, but we’re realistic. I came here to rebuild my confidence, and Conner is here to work until he can either go back home or find a place that’s right for himself, his sister and the kids. Our paths might only converge for a while. But he is such a good man, Mom. And I am so happy I met him.”
“I’ll get it,” she told him. “I think the kid down the street has been selling candy for school. Stay where you are. I’ll be right back.” She got out of bed and grabbed her terry robe.
“We should probably get up,” he said.
“Just give me a minute.” She tied her robe and blew him a kiss.
The doorbell rang again; the knocking followed.
“Hold your horses,” she said, throwing open the door.
And there stood the sixty-eight-year-old fun couple she knew so well. Her father had that oddly colored, thinning hair and her mother’s short blond was all teased up and spiky, Ms. Modern. They were dressed…in evening clothes? Cocktail party attire.
“Coffee on?” her father asked, beaming.
“Mom? Dad? What are you doing here?”
Eight
“We missed you,” Candace Petruso said. “And we have a surprise.”
“Why are you dressed like that?” Leslie asked.
“Part of the surprise. Leslie, I thought for sure you’d be up. It’s…” She looked at her watch. “My gosh, it’s ten!”
“It’s Saturday morning!” Leslie protested, a little flustered.
“You’re usually an early riser,” Robert said, pushing his way into the house. “Where’s the kitchen? I’ll put on the coffee. Candace, you get the music ready and we’ll push a little furniture back, make space.” And he was off in the direction of the kitchen.
“Music? What is going on?” Leslie demanded. “Did you get up at five to make this drive from Grants Pass?”
Candace came in and looked around. “Oh, Les, this is just as adorable as the pictures you sent. I think it’s really you. You know your father—he can’t sleep past four-thirty even though he has nothing in the world to get up for. And he can’t seem to be quiet, either. We had something we wanted to show you so we decided on the spur of the moment. It’s a nice drive.”
“Must have been kind of uncomfortable in your fancy clothes,” she observed.
“Don’t be silly, we stopped at a service station and changed,” Candace said. She put her iPod with speakers on Leslie’s coffee table.
Robert was back, brushing his hands together. “There! Coffee’s on. Let’s make a little room here.” He pushed the chair back against the wall, the coffee table against the sofa, the dining table back, chairs pushed in. “You’re going to get the biggest kick out of this, Leslie,” he said.
“I’d better.” Leslie crossed her arms over her chest.
“It’s spectacular,” Robert promised. “Now stay right there. Candace, press Play.”
Just as Candace pushed the button, before the music even started, Conner stepped into the room looking like pure sex. His short hair was mussed, and he had a scruffy growth of beard surrounding that tight, trim little goatee. He’d pulled on his faded jeans that hung low on his delicious hips, his feet bare. He wore his white T-shirt and had carelessly stuffed a handful of it into the low waist of the jeans right at the center, over the zipper. The hair on his chest was visible in the V-neck, and she wanted to run her fingers through it. His eyes were sleepy and his smile small and one-sided. He came to stand next to Leslie.
“Oh!” Candace said, startled. A tango began to play, and Candace looked at her husband. “Robert, we should have called! We’re intruding.”
“No problem,” Conner said.
Candace smiled. “You must be Conner,” she said.
“Luckily,” he said, causing Leslie to laugh.
Candace grabbed Robert’s hand and said, “We’ll be along now and call you in a couple of hours. Maybe we can get together for lunch or something....”
“Don’t be silly,” Leslie said. “You’re here now. Let’s see your surprise. Then we’ll plan lunch.”
“Are you sure?” Candace asked.
“The tango, I presume?” Leslie asked, lifting a brow.
“I guess we got a little excited. We’ve been taking some dance lessons.”
“Getting ready to knock ’em dead on the cruise! You’re the only one we’re showing,” Robert said. “This sort of thing was a lot easier when you lived in Grants Pass.”
“Well, let’s see, then,” Leslie said.
“Are you absolutely sure, honey?” Candace wanted to know.
“Go for it, Mother. Believe me, you have my complete attention.”
Candace started the music again, Robert swept her up in the traditional embrace, and they glided back and forth across the living room floor. Nicely, as a matter of fact. They were very agile and coordinated, and their moves were well matched. They looked into each other’s eyes like practiced partners ready for Dancing with the Stars. Her mother’s short, spiky blond hair even looked professionally done. Leslie tilted her head and glanced up at Conner. He lifted his brows in amusement.
After watching them dance for a couple of minutes, Conner turned and pulled Leslie into his arms. He put her arm around his shoulder and tucked her hand into his chest. Then with his cheek against hers, he simply rocked back and forth, dancing his own slower dance, keeping time with the music. Sort of.
“Your parents are very interesting,” he whispered in her ear.
She laughed. “Aren’t they?”
“Your mother is gorgeous for almost seventy.”
“I know. I hope I got her genes.”
“I do, too. Otherwise you might find yourself dying your hair with some reddish-black concoction.” She giggled. “Your dad has the worst dye job I’ve ever seen.”
“I know. Mom fusses about his thinning hair all the time, but apparently to him it looks good.”
“He got a lot of it on his bean,” Conner said. “I think he stained it good.”
“I know,” she said as she chuckled.
“They’re fun, aren’t they?” Conner asked.
“Sometimes a bit too much fun,” she answered.
“Look at them,” he said. “They’re having the time of their lives, doing the tango in their daughter’s living room. How long have they been married?”
“Forty-three years.”
“When the dance contest is over, here’s what we should do,” Conner said. “I should go home to shower, shave and change, you should have coffee with your folks and get dressed, and then we should meet at Jack’s for lunch so they can interrogate me a little bit.”
They turned and looked as Robert dragged Candace across the floor in a wicked tango move. They turned back.
“Okay,” Leslie said. “But you don’t have to be interrogated.”
“I don’t mind a little bit,” he said. “Basic information, you know. Name, rank, serial number. Let’s not tell them I was married to a sex addict, okay?”
“I still haven’t told them I was married to a guy who had trouble getting it up.”
Conner’s eyes flew open wide. “He did?”
“Shit. I was going to be classy and keep that to myself. Naturally I thought that was mostly my fault.”
He ran a knuckle down the curve of her jaw; his blue eyes got all dark and smoky. “No way.”
“Thank you,” she mouthed.
Candace and Robert ended the tango with an elaborate flourish that left Candace draped along the floor at Robert’s feet, one arm extended into the air.
Leslie and Conner parted and applauded while Robert helped his wife to her feet. He bowed and Candace dipped into a curtsy. “What do you think, honey?” Robert asked.
“I think you’re awesome, provided one of you doesn’t break a hip.” She stared pointedly at her mother. “You might want to go easy on the collapsing to the floor part, Mom.”
“I’m very careful and my bone density is excellent,” Candace said. “All right, we’ll get out of your hair. If you really do have time for lunch, just tell us—”
“I have a better idea,” Conner said. “I’m going home to shower and change. I’ll meet you at noon, if that works for you three.”
“Perfect,” Leslie said. “See you at Jack’s.”
As Conner drove to his cabin to change, he saw it as very strange indeed that he should consider the tango debut of Leslie’s eccentric parents absolutely normal, but he did. Sure they were a little out there, but they were clearly enjoying life and each other. And they loved Leslie.
When Conner had been twenty and Katie a mere seventeen a heart attack had dropped their mother like a stone. She’d only been fifty-three and hadn’t seemed the high-risk type at all—she had been trim and fit and very energetic, much like Candace. Three years later their father passed after a short, difficult battle with colon cancer—he’d been sixty-three.
Not only had they lost their parents too young, Conner and Katie had been left the house they’d grown up in and Conner’s Hardware. Twenty-three and the owner/operator of a substantial business. If he hadn’t had a few trusted employees who had worked for his father for a long time, he would surely have sunk out of sight. Now he found himself wondering what his parents would be like, had they lived. Nothing like Candace and Robert, that was for sure. His mom hadn’t ever been very fancy and his dad had been a real stick-in-the-mud. They wouldn’t be taking tango lessons or going on cruises. But his dad had had a dream of a retirement cabin on a lake that was full of fat fish. They both had looked forward to grandchildren…and had never met the boys.
Had Conner relocated to Virgin River for some reason other than this particular one, his parents would have enjoyed this kind of place. But he was living a whole new life in a whole new world, and he found himself hoping Leslie’s parents would like the new him.
Leslie jumped in the shower, then pulled on some jeans. With her hair still wet and wildly curly, she grabbed a cup of coffee and went in search of her parents. She found her mother sitting on the back porch enjoying a lovely late-April morning. Candace had changed into slacks, and Robert was nowhere in sight.
“Where’s Dad?” Leslie asked, joining her mother.
“He wanted to walk around the town a little bit. Leslie, I apologize again. How naive of me—I knew you had a young man in your life....”
“Don’t give it a thought.”
“Well, we’re so foolish. We might’ve come all this way and found you weren’t even at home! I promise, I’ll think ahead in the future.”
“I was home and everything is fine.”
“Conner went home to shower,” Candace said. “Does that mean he doesn’t exactly live here with you?”
Leslie laughed. “He doesn’t at all! Conner has a very small cabin by the river and I’ve never even seen it. His stay in Virgin River could be even more temporary than mine.”
“And what brings him here?”
“He has an old friend who found him a job with Paul after the contractor he worked for in Colorado Springs filed bankruptcy and shut down. But Conner has a sister who’s still back in Colorado Springs. She’s a young widow with a couple of little boys. Conner has mentioned more than once that he misses them, that he wants to be closer. They’re his only family.”
“He’s close to his family.”
“He is. And from what I hear from Paul, he’s a very talented finisher and carpenter. Great with cabinetry, stone countertops and such. No matter where he goes, he’ll land on his feet with work.”
“And the two of you?” Candace asked. “Is it serious?”
“In a way,” Leslie said with a little lift of one shoulder. “As you can tell, we’re very close, but we’re realistic. I came here to rebuild my confidence, and Conner is here to work until he can either go back home or find a place that’s right for himself, his sister and the kids. Our paths might only converge for a while. But he is such a good man, Mom. And I am so happy I met him.”
