Silas ended the call to his sister and left his phone on the arm of the chair, finishing the beer in two swallows. He grabbed Sofia’s sweater and headed next door to return it to her.
He heard Sofia before he got to the top of her stairs.
“I’m sorry I won’t be here to see it.”
“What do you mean?” Amy.
Sofia. “I never meant to stay on at the Landing for good.” A pause. “I’ve listed it with Kevin Landry’s office up in Portsmouth.”
“Listed it?” Amy. “Not for development?”
Sofia, a little angry now. “For whatever purpose the new owner sees fit, within the zoning laws.”
“Did you really think I was here to stay?” A snap of fingers. “Just like that?”
“I don’t know what I thought.” Amy trying for dignified. “It’s really none of my business, anyway.”
In the uncomfortable silence which followed, Silas processed what he’d heard. Not only did she not plan on staying past the season, she was going to sell Jimmy’s legacy to god-knows-who and waltz back down to D.C. with some cash in hand and the freedom to bury her father’s memory so deep it might never surface again.
He realized he was clenching the bottlenecks.Her casual dismissal of Hampton, and by extension what was happening between them, irked him. She belonged more than she was willing to see.
Or did he just want her to?
When the conversation between the two women inside resumed, he felt strange about loitering, so he continued on down the block, taking a two street circular detour to avoid being seen on his way home. The walk around the block gave him some much-needed time to think.
This is an excerpt from Buck’s Landing. I’m pleased to announce that I will be releasing the book in print and for Kindle on Tuesday, October 23! Watch this space for details!