‘Your family were fuming, though – and rightly so.’ I paused, unsure about whether to continue. ‘Your dad seemed annoyed at you.’
Ifannoyedcould also meandisapproving and overbearing.
Sam sighed, the smile finally disappearing. ‘He’d have found something to complain about. Nesbit just made it sooner rather than later. Look.’ He fixed his eyes, almost amber in the sunlight, on me. ‘Accidents happen. No harm intended and no real harm done. I fully accept your apology, and would like to move past the whole thing, so if this elaborate and unnecessary feast means you can do that, then fine, I graciously accept that, too.’
I scrunched up my face, still reluctant to let myself off this easily.
‘To be honest, I was far more miffed about you mowing me down with a manky mattress,’ Sam said with a wink.
I burst into surprised laughter. ‘That was you miffed? I’d hate to see you on a really bad day.’
‘Ask anyone, I have a fearsome reputation around these parts.’
‘Wild man of the forest?’
Sam grinned. ‘Maybe.’
We shared another potent silence, while I wrestled between acting like a normal, socially intelligent person by saying goodbye, and wanting to stay and chat more with what I was hopeful might become another new friend.
After a while, Sam returned to the sort-of-smile-combined-with-furrowed-brow face. ‘I have to say, however, that Parker family gatherings are mercifully rare. It’s virtually impossible to get us all together in one place at the same time without weeks of logistical gymnastics by my mother. And, if I’m honest, this food sounds too good to waste on my grumpy brothers, even if they were prepared to drag themselves out here for the second time in three years. I think the only viable solution is that you stay and help me eat it.’
‘I can’t do that!’
‘Why not?’
‘The whole point was to replace the meal I ruined, not invite myself round for dinner.’
‘You didn’t invite yourself, I invited you.’ Sam picked up the cool bag and started walking up the steps to the house, his dogs falling in perfect line behind him. ‘I’ll give Mum whatever’s left; she’ll try to refuse but I’ll just dump it in her kitchen and run.’
He opened the front door, glancing back with a look of such open good cheer that before I could protest any further, my feet followed him right inside.
* * *
We took our loaded plates along with a pitcher of peach iced tea out onto the porch, and sat at a table with surprisingly comfortable wooden chairs.
‘These are great,’ I exclaimed, sitting back and stroking the arms.
‘Thanks.’ Sam grinned.
‘Where did you get them? I just bought a couple of chairs and table for my garden, but I really need two more.’
‘Here,’ he replied, pointing the chunk of potato on the end of his fork at the trees to one side of us.
‘They’re made from Bigley Forest trees?’ I asked, impressed.
‘Yep.’
‘So where could I get some from, given that my city girl skills don’t include turning a tree into a comfy chair?’
He shrugged. ‘I can knock you a couple of chairs up. Let me know when you need them by.’
‘You made these chairs.’
The dimple was back.
‘You really are the wild man of the forest.’
‘Apparently so.’
