The Summer Getaway: A Novel(15)

Her daughter’s upbeat tone made Robyn think that Cord had yet to tell her about dating Zafina. Which was just like him—always put off sharing bad news.

“The lawyer sent over the preliminary offer,” Harlow said, folding an empty bag. “For the kayaking business.”

A couple of years ago, Harlow had come up with the idea of Cord buying a local kayak rental company. They had a great year-round clientele. She’d created a business plan and projections, some on her own and some for class projects as she finished her business degree.

Robyn had wanted to warn Harlow that Cord was unlikely to buy the business—expansion wasn’t his thing. Except when it came to women, he didn’t enjoy change. But Harlow had been determined. She wanted to learn from the ground up, then eventually transition to running the family charter company. Cord had surprised Robyn by agreeing.

“How does the offer look?” Robyn asked.

“Good.” Harlow made a face. “Dad is dragging his feet at reading the paperwork. I know legal documents aren’t fun, but he has to review them before we can move forward.”

“Good luck with that.”

Harlow reached for another bag. “This is your way of telling me you won’t get involved?”

“It is.”

“He listens to you.”

Robyn thought about how Cord had yet to say anything about Zafina. “Less than you’d think.”

They put away the rest of the groceries.

“You don’t mind that Austin’s only renting this place for the summer?” Harlow asked.

“I think he’s too young to be on his own. It’ll be good practice, and then he can figure out what he wants to do with his life.”

Harlow shook her head. “Mom, let it go. He’s not interested in college. I know you’re disappointed, but just because you regret not going doesn’t mean college is right for everyone.”

“I had an opportunity to go,” Robyn said. “I should have taken it. Austin’s going to have regrets, too.”

“You don’t know that. Maybe he’ll have a great life.”

Working for his father? Robyn doubted that. She couldn’t help feeling he had dreams that needed fulfilling.

“I just want you two happy and settled,” she said.

“I will be after I marry Kip.” Harlow reached for her phone. “Oh, I was on Pinterest and I saw some great decorating ideas for the backyard. You’ll have to tell me what you think.”

“For my backyard?”

“For the wedding, Mom. Sheesh.” Harlow studied her. “What?”

Robyn did her best to keep her expression neutral. “I have no idea what you’re asking.”

“You made a face. Are you going to go off on your rant about how Kip and I are too young and don’t know each other well enough to get married? We’re engaged.”

“I accept the idea of the wedding.” Sort of. “It’s the location I object to.”

Harlow stared at her blankly. “The backyard? We’ve talked about this a million times.”

“It’s complicated.”

“How?”

“Per the divorce, I got to keep the house, as long as I paid for it. The mortgage and upkeep. But only until six months after Austin turns eighteen. Then I either sell the house or buy out your father. Austin turned eighteen two months ago.”

Harlow’s look of concern faded. “Then buy out Dad and keep the house.”

“I don’t have that kind of money. I’d have to refinance, and I don’t want to.” Robyn didn’t mention how she’d never wanted to buy it in the first place. “It would be very expensive. Pretty much everything I have would be tied up in the house. That’s a scary place for me to be, financially.”

“But you have to.” Harlow stared at her. “Mom, I want to get married at the house. In the backyard. It’s what we’ve talked about forever.”

“When you were a little girl.” A thousand lifetimes ago.

“No, now. It’s what I want, and Kip’s totally into it. You can’t sell. Why would you even consider it?” Her gaze narrowed. “This is about moving in with Jase, isn’t it?”

“This has nothing to do with him.” Of that she was sure.

“Then why make such a big deal about this? Get some line of credit or something. The house is worth a lot. After the wedding, you can list it.” She shoved her phone in her pocket. “I can’t believe you’d sell the house without warning me or anything. That’s so selfish. I’m your only daughter. This is the only wedding we’re going to plan together, and you don’t even want me to have it at the house.”

Tears filled her eyes. “How could you?”

With that, Harlow ran out of the apartment, slamming the front door. Robyn stood in the silence, knowing the fight was far from over and dreading what would be the next of many, many rounds.



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Harlow finished typing up the notes from her call with a client who wanted to charter a full-day sail. The two kids under the age of five might be a problem, she thought. Depending on whether they were prone to motion sickness. Adults generally knew if they could handle the movement, but kids could go either way.