make you very happy. Maybe you could do your old dad a big favor and keep some peace in this house, and just this once go out with the new boy, just so things settle down with your mother. If you don’t like him later on after you’ve given him a chance, why then let him go, but then you can say that you gave it a try, and that will show obedience to your mother. What do you say, baby girl?”
Jillian felt like nothing was worth talking about anymore, and her own choices had led her to an obliterated heart, so she might as well heed the words of the wisest man she knew.
“Alright, Daddy. I’ll go out with him. I’m not going to like it, but I’ll do it,” she said stubbornly, remembering with bitterness how the boy had left her among the shards of jade on the ground.
“That’s my girl,” Samson said, brushing his hand over her hair and kissing her forehead. “Thank you, Jillian. Now, let’s go get you some tea to calm you down and take some of that heartache away. I have just the thing.”
She sniffed again. “Is there ginger in it?” she asked hopefully.
He nodded and pulled her to her feet. “Of course there is.” He smiled and walked her to his dojo with his arm around her shoulder.
Chapter3
Reed was lounging in the sun by the enormous sea shell shaped pool behind the house, sulking about the date his father was forcing him to go on. It wasn’t the worst thing his father had ever made him do though, so he knew it could be worse. He picked up his phone and dialed the number his father had given him.
It rang a few times and a pleasant female voice answered.
“Hello?”
“Hello. I wonder if I might speak with Jillian?” he smiled so that he would sound as pleasant as she did, though he certainly wasn’t feeling it.
“This is Jillian.”
“Jillian, this is Reed. Our parents suggested that we might spend some time together, so I thought I would call you and invite you to dinner tonight,” he said, holding his smile in place.
“That would be lovely, thank you.” she said mechanically, but politely.
“Shall I come by your house around six?” he asked, smile intact.
“Six is perfect. I’ll see you then,” she answered. “Thank you, Reed.”
“Of course. I’ll see you then. Good-bye,” he said and hung up, unscrewing the smile from his face and pushing his sunglasses back up on his nose. He laid his head back and relaxed in the sunshine, and fell asleep.
Jillian hung up the phone and fell back on her bed, looking at the ceiling in her room. She was not at all excited about their dinner date. She was still nursing her seriously broken heart. Her mother knocked on the paper screened door to her bedroom.
“Yes?” she called out, not moving.
“Was that Carter’s son?” her mother asked in a loud voice.
“Yes.”
“You made a date with him?” her mother continued.
“Yes. Dinner tonight.” She tried not to sound sullen.
“Good. Make a good impression so that you will be going out again after tonight,” her mother intoned seriously.
“Yes, Mother,” Jillian replied, closing her eyes and hating her life.
Later that evening she was flipping through her closet wondering what to wear and finally settled on a sleeveless, tea-length, sky blue, chiffon dress with a sweetheart neckline. It was subtly form fitting without being revealing and slightly demure without being frumpy. She picked up some high heels and her cardigan in case she got cool later that evening. Jillian was just slipping silver earrings in her ears when her father knocked on her door.
“Come in,” she called out.
He slid her screen door open and stepped inside. “Don’t you look pretty!” he said, smiling. He walked up to her and hugged her, looking into her mirror with her. “My girl is the prettiest in the world.”
She smiled and hugged him back tightly. “Thank you,