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“No, I was just feeling homesick.”
“Oh, well we're missing you too. So how's Harrington?”
“Quirky and quaint and I love it. You know how your mom is always trying to fill rooms because she wants all of us close? You should all move to Harrington.Poppy, I really love it here and I know you would too.”
“Sounds like a visit is in order.”
“Agreed, but there’smore. I have to tell you something, but you have to keep it to yourself for the time being.”
“It sounds serious.”
“It is but, until I know more, I don't want your parents worrying. I know them well enough to know they'll be in the car and driving up here before you even finish telling them the tale.”
“Fine, I’ll keep it quiet. Are you in trouble?”
“No, it's nothing like that. Logan is David Cambre.”
“Wait. What? The sculptor? I thought you said he died.”
“He faked his death, but there's more, Poppy. I think he might be my dad.” The loud clanking that almost deafened me seemed to be the sound of her phone dropping.
Once she retrieved it, she didn't hesitate in her reply. “Are you kidding me?”
“No. Do you remember your comment at my birthday dinner about how much David and I looked alike?”
“Yeah.”
“We do, but it's more than that. His reaction to some things I've said, his wife's behavior, even that their son Hunter looks like a little boy version of me.”
“Jesus. What does Bastian think?”
“He agrees.”
“Have you called Logan on it? Maybe knocked him upside the head for taking so long to make himself known?”
“Not yet. I'm waiting him out. He went to an awful lot of trouble to get me here so I can only assume he's got something planned and I'm contrary enough to make him work for it.”
Hearing her ready agreement began to loosen the knot that had taken root in my stomach the moment I began entertaining this crazy notion.
“I really miss you, Poppy.”
“Likewise. Keep me posted, Lark.”
“I will. So how's Caden?”
And that was all it took to get Poppy to gush over her guy.
***
Broderick's place came into view and I just stopped the car and stared. His homestead was situated on the banks of the Harrington River. The sapphire blue water silently swept along its banks and surrounding the homestead were a variety of trees that I imagined were heart-stopping in the fall.
I pulled up along the dirt drive before shutting down and climbing out. I saw Bastian coming toward me and as much as I liked the view, it didn't hold a candle to him.
“Heybeautiful.” He pulled me to him and kissed me hard on the mouth.
“What a view.”
He was looking at me when he replied, “It sure is. Where do you want to set up?”
