After just thirty minutes of Eric working on reading and Jordan working on writing, they’d convinced me to play cards. “Go fish,” I said, narrowing my eyes in mock seriousness. Jordan pulled the card he needed from the pile on the table and did a little dance to celebrate. They’d been swimming again today while Stephanie babysat, and both of them had a golden summer glow I envied. “Hey, Meredith, what are you doing tonight?” Jordan asked me. “When your dad gets here, I have to run back to work, actually. Our finance guy had to leave early today, and I have to cover the end of his shift.” “When is that over?” “Seven.” “My game starts at seven. Maybe you can come but just be a little late.” His brown eyes, the same dark shade as his father’s, lit up hopefully. I knew I shouldn’t go. It would be uncomfortable to show up there and have not just the Lockharts, but others, staring at me and wondering about my ulterior motives. Not that I had any, but the truth made for lousy gossip.
