Almost.
"Because you want me to meet Andrew and I can't do that if I continue to lie in bed. You have a way of distracting me that's detrimental to my physical health."
I soaked in Graham's laugh on my way to the bathroom. Unlike yesterday, I didn't take long to scrub my hair and wash my body. I was in and out of the shower in under ten minutes but it hit me while I was drying off that I never asked Graham where his son was sleeping.
I also didn't think to bring clothes into the bathroom with me. Peeking out from behind the bathroom door, I made sure the adjoining room door was closed before I stepped out with my towel wrapped around me.
"Why do you look like a cat burglar trying to sneak into someone's house?" I jumped nearly a foot in the air when Graham spoke from behind me.
Placing my hand on my chest, I scolded him. "Why the hell did you scare me like that?"
"Why do you look like a cat burglar?" he fired back with a grin.
"Because I forgot to bring my clothes in the bathroom with me and I never checked that the adjoining door was closed," I said in a huff. "Oh, and I have no idea where Andrew slept last night because you got in so late." My rambling made me so sweaty that it didn't even feel like I took a shower anymore.
"He's sleeping on the pull-out sofa."
“Great. So he heard me screaming too?" I hated that I didn't remember having the dreams, so I couldn't even prepare myself for when others heard them as well.
"Andrew could sleep through a bomb going off. He didn't even so much as stir when you screamed."
Phew.
"Okay, that makes me feel better. I figure your team knows but I would hate to be introduced to Andrew and the first impression is me being a psycho at night."
Graham walked over and put his arms around me. I was very much aware of our differences in our state of dress; me in a towel only and Graham fully dressed.
"If my team has heard you screaming, they haven't mentioned it, and besides, all of us have had our fair share of troubles. None of them are going to judge you for the dreams you have."
"Thank you." I leaned forward and rested my head on his chest. We stood like that for what seemed like forever but was probably only a few minutes before a knock on the adjoining door had us stepping away from each other.
"Dad?"
"Coming!" Graham hollered back.
"I should probably get dressed," I said before he could say anything else.
Graham smiled at me. "Come over when you're done. Andrew's eager to meet you."
I tried to hide the fact that that made me nervous, but based on the way Graham squeezed my hand before walking away, I wasn't successful.
Taking a big gulp of air into my mouth, I dashed back into the bathroom before Graham opened the door. Once I was sure it was safe again to exit, I walked back out of the bathroom to get dressed. This time not looking like a cat burglar.
Grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt, I quickly got dressed, brushed my hair and teeth, and managed to make myself look presentable all within five minutes. Then I stood at the door for another five minutes before I got up the nerve to knock.
Graham opened it a second later as if he had been standing on the other side waiting for me. He confirmed my suspicion when he said, "I was wondering how long it was going to take you to knock."
I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes because standing right behind Graham was a mini version of him. And by mini, I meant about three inches shorter than his father. Otherwise everything about the two were the same.
The same brown eyes. The exact same brown haircut. The only thing Andrew was missing was the beard and the scar.
I completely ignored Graham's comment and went around him. "Hi, Andrew, I'm Sarah. It's nice to meet you." I put my hand out and was glad to see he took it in return.
"Nice to meet you too."
Oh, and manners to boot. I liked this kid already.
"Dad told me you both survived the plane crash. I'm glad you're okay."
