way.
Why was he interested in seeing me leave?
It was exactly this confusion about him that fanned the flames of my interest, no matter how I tried to smother them. I was comfortable with most of the boys in this school, because they were, as Kiera might say, âas easy to see through as a new plate-glass window.â I hadnât met anyone who was clever and subtle enough to catch me off guardâanyone before Ryder Garfield, that is. Was I thinking about him because I was genuinely interested in him, or was I simply annoyed that I couldnât figure him out and pigeonhole him along with the other boys? Even the expert, Kiera March, would have trouble this time.
When I drove up to the house, I saw Jordan sitting out by the tennis courts. She was alone and looked as if she was so deep in thought she hadnât heard me drive up. As soon as I parked, I hurried over to her. I knew she was deep in thought because she didnât realize I was coming over to her until I was practically on top of her. She turned and smiled.
âOh, youâre home,â she said, and looked at her watch. âI had no idea how late it was.â
âAre you all right?â
âYes, yes,â she said. âOnce in a while, I like to stop to smell the roses, something Donald hasnât learned to do, apparently. Come, sit beside me,â she said, starting to move over on the bench, and then she stopped. âNo, better yet, drop your schoolbag here, and letâs walk to the lake. We had some geese on it last night, you know. Theyâre flying south.â
I put my bag on the bench and walked beside her over the stone-tiled path.
âDid you hear the geese this morning?â
âNo.â I didnât want to tell her I had gotten up late again. âI wasnât outside very long before I got into my car. They must have gone by then.â
âOh, I bet youâre the catâs meow with that car. My father loved that expression,
the catâs meow.
Ever hear anyone say it?â
I shook my head.
âMy father said it a lot, especially if I was feeling a bit down. Heâd boom, âWhatâs the matter now?â and then, lowering the tone of his voice, heâd add, âYou have nothing to worry about, Jordan. Youâre the catâs meow.â My brother, Gerald, always made fun of me when my father said that. Heâd start meowing or hissing. Sometimes he does it even now. Can you imagine a man that age meowing on the phone? Imagine if his secretary overheard him doing that.â
She laughed.
âMy brother, the big, important Washington lawyer.â
âWhy doesnât he come here more often?â I asked. Since I had been at the Marchesâ home, Jordanâs brother, Gerald Wilson, had been here only twice, and one time was to help with Kieraâs legal troubles. He brought his wife, Danielle, only once. From what I could see, she rarely called Jordan. Their three boys had little contact with Jordan and Donald March.
âHeâs like Donald, too busy to breathe,â she muttered, not disguising her bitterness.
âMaybe you two should go on a holiday.â
She paused and looked out at the lake. âYes, to recharge our love batteries,â she said. âItâs what the doctor is ordering.â
âA real doctor?â
âNo,â she said, smiling. âA therapist we see who specializes in marriage counseling.â
âOh.â I hadnât realized she and her husband were seeing a marriage counselor, but it didnât completely surprise me. I heard her suck in air the way someone who was in pain would. She wiped her eyes before any tear could emerge.
âWhatâs wrong?â I asked.
âOh, just silly stuff, Iâm sure.â
There was a bench at the lake so people could sit and look out at the water. She sat, and I sat beside her. It was very quiet, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the