“That is Angeline’s house?” Chandler couldn’t believe his eyes. Even the red brick paver stones in the driveway of this elegant home looked expensive. Columns rose in archways above the covered porch with giant windows that seemed to hint of a cathedral ceiling. He couldn’t wait to see inside. “What kind of books did you say she writes?”
“Romance,” Janette said with reverence in her voice.
“And what kind of books do you write?” he asked his wife.
“Romance,” she said.
Chandler gulped. “Are we going to be this rich someday?”
“I dunno.” Janette moved forward at a turtle’s pace toward the house, her jaw agape and her eyes wide.
Suddenly the front door flew opened and a dynamic red head came barreling onto the porch and down the steps. “Janette! You’re here! I can’t believe you’re really here!”
“Angeline!” Janette broke into a run and met Angeline on the sidewalk halfway between the driveway and the house. The two women embraced like long lost sisters, both of them crying happy tears. “I’m so excited to finally meet you in person!”
“Let me take a look at you.” Angeline pulled back and held Janette at arm’s length. “You’re so much shorter than I thought you’d be.”
“You’re taller than I thought you’d be,” Janette said with a laugh. “And so beautiful. Look at this hair. I would love to have hair like yours.” Janette boldly lifted a lock of Angeline’s red hair off her shoulders, pulling it reverently through her fingers.
“Whatever,” Angeline said. “You’re like a goddess.”
“I would have to agree,” Chandler said, stepping forward and holding out his hand to meet his wife’s mentor. “I am the humble servant who willingly drives this lovely goddess across the country to come meet her idol.”
Angeline bypassed Chandler’s hand and reached for a hug. “Thank you so much for bringing her to see me. I just can’t even express how much this means to me.”
“Glad to be of service,” Chandler said. “Although, I’m pretty sure we’re technically in Las Vegas to come visit our daughter.”
“Yeah, we’ll go with that,” Angeline said. Chandler could see why Janette loved this woman. She was magnetic and vibrant and genuine.
“Did you know that your wife is a very prolific author?” Angeline wrapped her arm around Janette’s shoulders and turned her to face Chandler, showing her off.
“I know she writes a lot of books.” Chandler smiled at Janette with pride in his heart. “I don’t know what qualifies as prolific, but she’s pretty amazing.”
“You watch. This girl’s gonna make a name for herself,” Angeline said. “For now, let’s go inside and you can meet my husband.” She led them up the porch steps and into her home, the likes of which Chandler had never seen.
An Italian theme graced the two-story open cathedral space with a winding staircase and veranda window. Everything looked custom designed and built to specification. There was nothing cookie-cutter or standard about this home.
A handsome man about ten years older than Chandler came around the corner of the dining room wearing a masculine apron that said Grill Master. With a mischievous smile he said, “Unfortunately, I burned the grilled vegetables, but the steaks are perfectly well-done.”
“Just the way I like them,” Chandler said, stepping forward with his hand extended. “Chandler.”
“Nice to meet you, Chandler, I’m Glenn.” He clasped his hand with a firm grip. “I have a feeling you and I are going to have plenty of time to watch the playoffs while our wives are giggling like teenagers.”
“I hear the Phoenix Suns are looking good this year,” Chandler said.
“That’s what the experts are predicting,” Glenn said.
“Need any help with those steaks?” Chandler asked. “I’ve been cooped up in that car for about ten hours and could use some fresh air.”
“Follow me, the grill’s out by the pool.”
“This day just keep’s getting better.” Chandler followed Glenn out to the backyard, patting him on the shoulder. Behind them he could hear the women giggle, as Glenn had predicted.