“That’s great,” she replied, proud of the amount of enthusiasm she’d managed to interject into her voice. “Did you guys have a good time?” While her mother went on about their trip to Tampa, Florida, Lydia’s mind went to what had caused the ever-widening rift with her parents. They’d fully expected her to desert Brett when he became sick. And they were completely against her leaving her job and traveling with him. She could understand their fears about her financial security even though she’d assured them that Brett had insisted on covering the costs of the trip. He’d made good money working as a computer programmer and had always been one to save every extra penny. Plus, she had enough money in her own account to give her plenty of time to find another job when the time came. The stress of having to deal with their displeasure along with the knowledge that her fiancé was dying was almost more than she could bear. That was one time in her life she needed them to step up and just give her a hug. Maybe lie to her and say that everything would be all right. Instead, all she’d heard was how she was throwing away her future for a man who wouldn’t be around much longer. It had been so callous and heartless. Since then, their once cordial relationship had been decidedly frosty. They had no idea she was even married. When Jake had asked her about them shortly after their hasty wedding, she’d made some excuse about them traveling and her speaking to them soon. She’d been embarrassed to say that they likely wouldn’t care, and if they did, it wouldn’t be anything positive.
When there was a lapse in the conversation, she blurted out, “So, great news! I got married a couple of months ago!” What am I doing? Shouldn’t I have saved this type of news for someone like the paperboy? Or my favorite cashier at the grocery store? Anyone who would actually be happy about it? Jake walked in the door right as she did her big reveal. She desperately hoped that he’d continue on to the bedroom and change clothes as he normally did, but no such luck tonight. He propped against the counter watching her intently. He had to have heard what she’d said.
“Then your father had some bad fish at a restaurant one night and was so sick I thought he’d have to go to the emergency room. I told him to have the chicken, but of course, he didn’t listen to me.”
Unbelievable, Lydia thought. Had the woman heard a word she’d said? Catching sight of her frown, Jake gave her a questioning look, to which she simply shook her head. When her mother paused again, she quickly jumped in. “Did you catch the part about your only daughter getting married?”
Her mother gave what sounded like a long-suffering sigh before saying, “Is this where you say something about being married to Brett’s memory? Because frankly, that’s not healthy and I can’t encourage that kind of delusion.”
WHAT? Lydia had nothing to say for a full minute. She was still attempting to process what she’d heard when the phone was gently pulled from her hand. It was a testament to how rattled she was that she didn’t object. She was relieved to hand it off. Let Jake be the one to hang it up; it saved her the effort. Then she heard, “This is Jacob Hay—your daughter’s husband. Mrs. Cross, I presume?” Lydia began choking, and Jake calmly patted her on the back before resuming his conversation. “Yes, that’s correct. Lydia and I were married a little over two months ago.” She saw him wince before he added, “I am absolutely gainfully employed. In what capacity? Um, I’m the vice president of The DeSanto Group.” Then in a strained voiced, he asked, “Is it—no, we don’t have trash trucks. The DeSanto part is actually the CEO, Mark DeSanto’s last name. It’s not fancy for sanitation. No, ma’am, I’ve never driven a garbage truck.” Lydia couldn’t help it; she flopped against the countertop laughing as the normally unflappable Jacob Hay struggled with the questions her mother was asking him.
“Just give me the phone back,” she whispered, trying to show him some mercy. His eyes were so wide they looked as if they’d pop out at any moment.
He bravely waved her off and continued answering what sounded like a bunch of bizarre and absurd questions. “What do I wear to work every day? Normally a suit. Why am I repeating your questions?” He flushed after that one before saying, “I’m just trying to make sure I understand you correctly. No, ma’am, I’ve never been arrested, but I have had a couple of speeding tickets.” His voice had taken on a high pitch as he said, “It wasn’t in a fancy sports car. I drive a truck. No, ma’am, not a monster truck, just a regular Ford truck. I own my home. Er . . . I’d have to look at the last appraisal to tell you what the value is—there are no tax liens against it of any kind.”
Lydia was nearly on the floor now. Jake was so adorably rattled, but he continued to hold the phone almost as if determined to see it through. “Hang up,” she wheezed out as she held her sides. “You’re just encouraging her.”
“Yes, ma’am, I have a daughter. Well, of course I know who the mother is. It would be kind of hard not to, wouldn’t it?” He laughed then abruptly stopped. “No, I absolutely believe that women are equal to men. Um . . . I’ve never thought about being the one to give birth. I wasn’t married to her mother. I . . . it just didn’t work out that way. No, this is my first marriage.” His face paled as he strangled out, “I—believe in safety, yes. I have a physical every year and um . . . it’s all been checked and I’m good.”
“Oh, dear God!” Lydia got to her feet and yanked the phone away from Jake before he passed out. “Mother! Why in the world would you ask him all of that? Have you any idea how personal and inappropriate—”
“I think he’ll do,” her mother interrupted. “Bring him and the daughter over for lunch one Sunday. I’ve got to run. We’re playing poker with the Crenshaws tonight, and I need to make a trip to the grocery store.” Lydia sat there holding the phone long after the line had disconnected. What just happened? Had she just gotten approval from her mother for the first time ever? It was almost more than she could comprehend.
Finally, she placed her iPhone down in front of her and looked over at Jake. He shook his head before releasing a loud breath. “That’s one of the most fucked-up conversations I’ve ever had and that’s saying something. Did you hear all of that?” he asked incredulously.