Home for Christmas by Stephanie Wilson

Author:Stephanie Wilson [Wilson, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Highland Park Publishers
Published: 2013-10-07T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Happy to let Austin drive, Savannah began pulling up directions to Issaquah’s Trinity Tree Farm on her phone as they breezed across the I-90 floating bridge over Mercer Island. Savannah gazed out the car window to the dazzling Lake Washington water on either side of them and at the sailboats meandering through the Island as her phone did its work. The sun was glinting off the sparkling water. Even Austin’s attention was riveted to the calm and picturesque scene, so different from their shopping excursion that morning.

“Hard to believe it’s the end of November,” he said nodding toward the sun. “Have you ever tried?”

“To sail?” she question. “Oh, I’ve been on a number of them,” she explained. “We,” she began, pausing as she once again remembered that the we had become singular. Beginning again she continued, “My family has always belonged to the Seattle Yacht Club.”

“Is that the one by University of Washington?”

She smiled. “I thought you were going to refer to it as the ‘old one,’” she teased.

He shrugged good-naturedly. “It is, isn’t it?”

“It’s one of the most active and long-established yacht clubs in the country, founded in 1893,” she said with pride. “I do love it there.”

“Not surprised,” he replied neutrally. “Would love to see it sometime.”

“Sure,” she quickly agreed.

“As I’m sure your family was one of the charter members, how’s it that you never learned to sail?” he questioned.

“Courtney knows how to sail,” she replied quickly.

“She does?” he replied with mild surprise.

Savannah smiled as she warmed to the memory. “I’ll never forget the summer she started her sailing lessons. It was all she did for three months. I mean, everyday, all day long. It was literally all she talked about, all she did. She kept pestering me to join her, but I never did,” she said, somewhat sadly.

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” she replied with a shrug. “I guess it wasn’t really my thing. Besides, already I was spending all of my free time at the stores, learning the business, from the stock room up. And when I wasn’t busy with that, I was helping my mom entertain. There wasn’t room for much else,” she said.

Austin’s pensive expression made Savannah uncomfortable, she hated it when conversations became too personal, too revealing. Actually, she didn’t mind the revealing and personal elements, as long as she wasn’t the subject of the conversation. She loved learning about others and their lives. It wasn’t that she was a closed book, she just hated being vulnerable. And after the year she’d just been through, vulnerable was the last thing she was interested in.

“Do you sail?” she inquired, determined to occupy his mind in a decidedly different direction.

He shook his head, still glancing at the glimmering water mere feet from their car. “Where I grew up, the closest water was the irrigation ditches and reservoirs. Some of my friends, though, got to visit Moses Lake or Lake Chelan and they’d tell me all about the wave runner they’d rent while there. To a farm

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