Something Blue - Emily Giffin [102]
Geoffrey mouthed, "He's shy," before gently prompting Max, "Can you tell Darcy it's nice to meet her too?"
"Nice to meet you, Darcy," Max mumbled, giving me a suspicious glance.
I suddenly wished that I had more experience talking to children. I struggled for a second and then said, "That's a great truck—lorry—you have there." I lowered myself further, sitting cross-legged.
Max glanced at me again, slightly longer this time. He gripped the cab of his truck and pushed it a few inches toward me. "It has big tires. See?" he said, almost as if he were testing me.
"It sure does. Some really, really big tires."
Max didn't seem too impressed with my answer. I tried to dig up any scrap of information I had stored in my memory on trucks. "My brother, Jeremy, had a red lorry just like this one," I finally said. "Only the steering wheel was on the other side!"
"On this side?" he asked, pointing to the passenger side.
"Exactly!" I said, resting my hands gently over his and trying to remember the throaty sounds that Jeremy used to annoy me with when he played with his trucks. I cleared my throat, hoping that I could get them right.
"Vroom,"l started, realizing that such a noise belonged more to a sports car. I tried again. "Grrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrrrrr," I growled, easing the front wheels over my right knee. I felt slightly foolish, like a man must feel when prompted by his daughter to play with a Ken doll.
Fortunately, Max seemed to approve of my sound effects. I saw the corners of his mouth twitch into the smallest of smiles. This gave me confidence. So I made more motor noises, followed by the sound of an engine idling. "Buh. Buh. Buh. Buh." That had been one of Jeremy's favorites.
"Do it again," Max squealed.
I did, forgetting that Geoffrey was watching, perhaps even critiquing me.
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr," I said more robustly, as the rear wheels completed the bouncy climb over my leg. Then, I slipped off my socks, balled them up, and stuffed them into the cab of the truck. "Here. Some… cargo for you to drive… to the factory in… Liverpool," I said. It all sounded feasible, and I felt relieved that boy games might be easier and more fun than I had once thought.
"The factory in Liverpool," Max repeated happily.
And from that moment on, Max and I were fast friends. He didn't stop saying my name in his adorable English accent, leading me around by the hand, showing me his toys, even insisting that I take a tour of his bedroom. I basked in his acceptance, feeling thrilled that Geoffrey and I had cleared the final hurdle.
Later that night, after Geoffrey put Max to bed, he rejoined me in the bedroom, all smiles. "Well. You did it! He loves you."
"He does?" I asked, wondering if his father loved me too.
"Yes," Geoffrey said, grinning.
"Does that make you happy?" I asked, snuggling up to him.
"Over the moon," Geoffrey said as he smoothed my hair away from my face. "A million miles over the moon."
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twenty-six
Geofrrey invited me to go to the Maldives with him and Max for Christmas, even offering to buy me a plane ticket.
I hesitated before asking, "Where are the Maldives exactly?" He gave me the sort of affectionate gaze Dex had given me in the beginning whenever I confessed ignorance. "In the Indian Ocean, darling," he said, stroking my hair. "Think white-sand beaches, crystal-clear water, palm trees swaying in the breeze."
As tempting as a vacation in the sun was and as eager as I was to push things even further along with our relationship, I politely declined the invite, telling him that I thought he should spend quality father-son time with Max. The truth was, I didn't want to leave Ethan all by himself in London. He didn't have the extra cash to fly home for the holidays, and Sondrine was going to Paris for the week, so I think he was counting on spending time with me. Part of me was even excited that it would just be the two of us. I figured it might be our last hurrah—and our last flurry of sleepovers—before things really took off