She wondered if he growled at other times, too, and giggled at the thought.
“Don’t tease me, love. I’ve had a rough couple of days. And what’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing. I was…uh…just thinking about something Sharon said.” Maybe the airline had somehow flagged her name from her last tantrum, just in case they needed to give her a hard time in the future.
After a quick lunch at Grant’s favorite barbecue joint, the two parted ways to finish last-minute chores before their flight. While she was at home snipping tags and pulling labels off the new clothes she’d purchased for the trip, the laptop she’d had open awaiting a conference call from Sharon and Meg pinged to notify her of a new message. It was from Grant. Upon seeing his name there in the from line– Fennell, Dr. Grant D. –she had an immediate gripping fear he’d done the cowardly thing and emailed her saying he’d changed his mind. She wouldn’t have been surprised, really, because the whole weekend had reeked of too good to be true. Of course he didn’t really want her, she thought. Just like every other man who’d she’d crossed paths with since puberty, he was probably only interested in what was between her legs.
She worried for nothing. The subject line put her at ease: Found this for you.
Hey, love, it started. She fell backward onto the floor and shrieked wordlessly much like she had as preteen when her favorite boy band came on the television screen. Then she got a grip. After all, she’d be twenty-six come November. She was way too old to be going all fan-girl over a man, especially one who was technically her boyfriend. Maybe that was what the problem was. Boyfriend . It felt odd to be referring to a man who was over thirty as her boyfriend. What else could she call him? Lover? No, not yet. Partner? Didn’t seem right either. She shrugged and maximized the message.
Packing? Be mindful of the baggage weight limits. We wouldn’t want to raise a fuss during check-in like our veteran friend, yeah? Try not to pack too many shoes.
She got up and tossed a pair of espadrilles and cork-soled platforms from her bag, before resuming her reading.
I connected some dots and found out that Phillip Callaghan entered the U.S. via Philadelphia with his brother Patrick. They were both indentured to a Delaware landowner named James Craig who paid their passage. Please take some comfort in the fact that they willingly indentured themselves. I believe if you study your family tree carefully, you’ll see that Phillip later married a Craig woman. That’s no coincidence. I have a contact at a church who located the marriage record and as well as a subsequent birth record. The marriage occurred in May. The birth occurred in July. Anyhow, that’s neither here nor there, just thought you’d find it interesting.
Phillip and Patrick sailed from Dublin, but weren’t from there. Dublin was just the major hub a lot of convicts and bondspeople were processed through. We found Patrick’s indenture contract in Craig’s personal papers and I learned they came from Ulster, probably County Cavan or Monaghan. I don’t know if they were Ulster-Scot or really old Irish, but I’ve made some inquiries, so I expect to have access to some more information by the time we land. Perhaps people will respond more quickly when they read the “Dr.” in front of my name. A guy can hope.
Can you pick me up from the car dealership off the Boulevard in the morning? I’m ending my car lease. We can go straight to the airport from there. If it’s out of the way for you, I can ask Seth or Curt.
He signed it with -G .
She trimmed the more private information and forwarded the rest of the message to Ashley. Next, she responded:
Of course I’ll pick you up. I wouldn’t want to deprive your friends of their last goodbye, but it’s probably best that you witness my bad driving sooner rather than later. If my Katherina temper doesn’t scare you
“Don’t tease me, love. I’ve had a rough couple of days. And what’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing. I was…uh…just thinking about something Sharon said.” Maybe the airline had somehow flagged her name from her last tantrum, just in case they needed to give her a hard time in the future.
After a quick lunch at Grant’s favorite barbecue joint, the two parted ways to finish last-minute chores before their flight. While she was at home snipping tags and pulling labels off the new clothes she’d purchased for the trip, the laptop she’d had open awaiting a conference call from Sharon and Meg pinged to notify her of a new message. It was from Grant. Upon seeing his name there in the from line– Fennell, Dr. Grant D. –she had an immediate gripping fear he’d done the cowardly thing and emailed her saying he’d changed his mind. She wouldn’t have been surprised, really, because the whole weekend had reeked of too good to be true. Of course he didn’t really want her, she thought. Just like every other man who’d she’d crossed paths with since puberty, he was probably only interested in what was between her legs.
She worried for nothing. The subject line put her at ease: Found this for you.
Hey, love, it started. She fell backward onto the floor and shrieked wordlessly much like she had as preteen when her favorite boy band came on the television screen. Then she got a grip. After all, she’d be twenty-six come November. She was way too old to be going all fan-girl over a man, especially one who was technically her boyfriend. Maybe that was what the problem was. Boyfriend . It felt odd to be referring to a man who was over thirty as her boyfriend. What else could she call him? Lover? No, not yet. Partner? Didn’t seem right either. She shrugged and maximized the message.
Packing? Be mindful of the baggage weight limits. We wouldn’t want to raise a fuss during check-in like our veteran friend, yeah? Try not to pack too many shoes.
She got up and tossed a pair of espadrilles and cork-soled platforms from her bag, before resuming her reading.
I connected some dots and found out that Phillip Callaghan entered the U.S. via Philadelphia with his brother Patrick. They were both indentured to a Delaware landowner named James Craig who paid their passage. Please take some comfort in the fact that they willingly indentured themselves. I believe if you study your family tree carefully, you’ll see that Phillip later married a Craig woman. That’s no coincidence. I have a contact at a church who located the marriage record and as well as a subsequent birth record. The marriage occurred in May. The birth occurred in July. Anyhow, that’s neither here nor there, just thought you’d find it interesting.
Phillip and Patrick sailed from Dublin, but weren’t from there. Dublin was just the major hub a lot of convicts and bondspeople were processed through. We found Patrick’s indenture contract in Craig’s personal papers and I learned they came from Ulster, probably County Cavan or Monaghan. I don’t know if they were Ulster-Scot or really old Irish, but I’ve made some inquiries, so I expect to have access to some more information by the time we land. Perhaps people will respond more quickly when they read the “Dr.” in front of my name. A guy can hope.
Can you pick me up from the car dealership off the Boulevard in the morning? I’m ending my car lease. We can go straight to the airport from there. If it’s out of the way for you, I can ask Seth or Curt.
He signed it with -G .
She trimmed the more private information and forwarded the rest of the message to Ashley. Next, she responded:
Of course I’ll pick you up. I wouldn’t want to deprive your friends of their last goodbye, but it’s probably best that you witness my bad driving sooner rather than later. If my Katherina temper doesn’t scare you
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