Chapter 67

Carol smiled. “A year and she’s never mentioned you? Sounds serious to me.”

Rebecca blushed. “What’s for dinner? It smells delicious.”

“Roast and potatoes. Paul, why don’t you help me set the table?” Carol suggested.

Paul hesitated for a moment before following her to the kitchen. “The way Rebecca described her father, I thought that would be much more painful,” he admitted.

Carol laughed. “He’s not completely unreasonable.”

“Of course not. He built this house?”

“His crew did, yes.”

“Rebecca could hardly talk about anything else, she was so excited to see it.” Paul accepted the plates and forks from Carol and moved to the dining room.

She studied the younger man and smiled secretly. He was certainly handsome and well put together—his brown hair was stylishly cut, his clothes unwrinkled, and his watch expensive. He had a sort of nervous tension around him. She thought he was anxious about more than just meeting Rebecca’s father.

“What do you do for a living, Paul?”