I looked over at her. "What?"
Saylor gazed out the side window. "She likes to meddle in my business, and she's worried about me."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"She probably has some romantic notion in her head that you could be the one for me." Saylor used her fingers in quotes again and then continued. "But don't worry. I'm not looking for anything to happen. I'm here for the summer, and then I'm going back to my life in Jacksonville."
"Doesn’t your grandmother know we were together that summer?"
"She knew we spent time together, but we never discussed how I felt." Saylor gazed out the window, and I wondered what that meant.
It wasn't like I'd talked to my family about her either.
"Is there anything else I should know about Blaire before we meet with her?" I wasn't looking forward to being questioned by her grandmother.
"She knows everything that goes on in town, so don't tell her anything you don't want to get around the island."
"I'm fairly sure that nothing we do is interesting."
"Trust me, booking the cottage for the same time period is the best gossip she's had in ages. I'm sure she's created all sorts of romantic scenarios in her head."
"If you just got out of a relationship, why would she be pushing you into another one?" I asked, hoping she'd give me some information about her ex.
"She assumes Flynn wasn't right for me, and I just need to find the man who is. She's a romantic at heart, and she wouldn't hesitate to meddle if she suspected something was going on between us."
I wasn't sure what to make of this situation.
"Just be careful with Blaire. She'll use anything she can find against us."
"You make it sound so ominous," I said as I pulled up to the curb at the senior center.
Saylor shot me a smile. "I'm sure it will be fine."
I got out to help Saylor assist her grandmother into the front passenger seat of the truck.
Blaire smiled when she saw me, holding her hand out for me to shake. "It's nice to see you."
"Saylor’s told me a lot about you."
"All good things, I'm sure," Blaire said as she made her way to my truck. "My, my, this is a huge vehicle."
"We should have brought Saylor's car—" I began.
Blaire waved her hand. "This is fine."
I helped her into the truck and then waited for Saylor to get in the backseat with Hayden. "Where to?"
"Trader's, of course," Blaire said from the front seat, and no one contradicted her.
I wondered if she directed her friends the same way. Everyone rushed to do her bidding. I needed her to approve this rental agreement so I could enjoy the summer with my daughter.
When we got to the restaurant, Saylor assisted Blaire to the front door, and I had a chance to ask Hayden to remove her earbuds. "I know you're not happy about being here. But we're not going to find a better rental. We're on the beach with a pool?—"
"Yeah, yeah," Hayden said petulantly, but she removed her earbuds and tucked them into the blue cross-body bag.
I let out a breath, pleased she was being cooperative. I just hoped she wasn't rude at dinner. The hostess seated us at a table, and we perused the menus.
After we ordered, Blaire clasped her hands together. "Tell me what you’ve been up to. You were supposed to take over the family business.”
