or later.â
âIâm fine with not telling my mother where I am. Iâm a big boy and I donât need to report to her, I just didnât want them worried when we didnât show up.â And no, he sure as hell didnât want them showing up.
âNope. Iâll take care of that.â Andi turned on her phone. âWow. Lots of messages. Thatâs no surprise.â She scrolled down and pressed a button. âHi, Mom⦠Yes, Iâm fine. Look, Iâm really sorryâ¦You do? You understand? Are you okayâ¦? You think it was unfair of you to expect me to marry Blanton when heâs like watching paint dry? Where are you, Momâ¦? Can you put her on the phone?â Andi said to him, âSheâs putting your mother on the phoneâ¦Yes, maâam, I am⦠He knows youâre not happy. Is my mother okay? Ah, Chablis. While I have you on the phone, Colton and I are, uh, going to take a detour. We figure we could both use a break so weâre going to take advantage of the next few days and take a little bit of time before we head back to Savannah. If youâll put my mother back on the phone, Iâll let her know.â She held up her right hand, her middle finger crossed over her index finger. âNo, maâam, weâre not really sure where weâregoing. Weâre just going to give the dust time to settle there and drive until something strikes our fancy. Yes, maâam, Iâll let her know if you hand her the phone backâ¦Mom? I was just telling Ms. Martha Anne that Colton and I are going to take a couple of days before we come back to Savannahâ¦No, we did not plan this.â Another round of crossed fingers. âNo, not yet. No, Iâm not going to tell you when we decideâ¦For goodness sake, Mother, itâs Colton.â
Thank you, Andi. Heâd just been thoroughly emasculated by her disdain. As if sheâd read his thoughts she gave him a saucy smile and wink that said she was simply shutting down Daisyâs objections.
âYes, once we get somewhere and I have some privacy Iâm going to call himâ¦Iâm very much aware I owe him an explanation. Yes, Iâm going to call⦠No, Iâm not going to tell you where I wind up staying. Mom, Iâm going to get off the phone now. I love youâ¦and you might want to lay off the wineâ¦Yes, I know you were upset. Yes, I know you had good cause, Iâm just saying. I love you, Momâ¦I willâ¦Iâll call. Later. âBye.â
She clicked off the phone and looked at Colton. âOh, my God. Our mothers must be sucking down wine like itâs water. Your mother was fine but I swear mine was one step away from being three sheets to the wind.â
âStress and adrenaline coupled with alcohol willdo that. Obviously they both wanted to know where weâre going.â
âOf course. So, do you have some girlfriend waiting up in Natick that you need to call to let her know youâll be traveling?â
âAre you trying to find out if I have a girlfriend?â
She dipped her head in acknowledgment. âAs a matter of fact, I am.â
âI donât. When you know youâre going into a war zone for at least a year, it seems unfair to get involved with anyone just to leave them.â
âOh. I never thought of it that way. You know, Colton, some women would consider it an honor to wait on you.â
Her words, softly spoken, hung between them, almost as a declaration. He watched the road, but he could feel her looking at him. Emotion thickened the air between them. They passed the exit that wouldâve taken them back home. It felt like passing the point of no return. God knows, his longing for her had reached an all-new level.
âIs that why youâve never married?â There was a quiet intensity to her question.
He couldnât lie to her. âIn part.â
âIn part?â
âThat and