“He definitely didn’t talk enough about your beauty,” Scott said so low that I’m not sure whether he meant for me to hear.
“Your dad said you are visiting for the whole summer?” Scott asked me in a more conversational tone after glancing at my dad.
“Yeah. I’m taking a couple of elective classes on campus here. It’ll let me reduce my course load during my last two semesters on main campus before graduation.”
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” he responded, grinning and giving me a view of a dimple in his cheek.
“We should let you get back to your mowing,” my dad cut in. “I’m sure Eileen is hungry and tired after her drive.”
“That I am,” I agreed. “See you around, Scott.”
“I sure hope so,” he grinned in response.
“Thanks for the pointers on the lawn service, Brian,” he said to my dad. “I’ll look into it.”
Dad just waved him off and headed toward the trunk of my car to grab my bags for me.
***
Dad took me to our favorite restaurant for dinner so I could have a nice rare filet mignon and baked potato for dinner.
“So when did the Millers move out,” I asked as nonchalantly as possible over our salad course.
“Just a few months after Todd graduated from college, actually,” he told me. “As soon as the last of their boys was out on his own they decided to downsize.”
“And does Scott have a family, then?” I asked. “That house is pretty big for one person.”
“It’s just him, so far as I know. I’ve seen several different ladies with him over the months since he moved in.
“He said he bought the house because he wanted the space for a recording studio.”
“Down in the basement?”
“Yeah. You remember that space that Todd and his brothers put together for their YouTube videos? Scott’s converted that area into a place to record music.”
“Huh. That’s actually pretty neat.
“What does Scott do? Do you know?”
“Oh, he works over at Spring Water Sound.”
“So he’s really into music, I guess.”
“I guess so,” dad agreed.
“Do I need to go over the rules again since you’re here, kiddo,” dad asked, changing the subject, but not really changing the subject.
“Rules,” I said, raising my eyebrows in mock disbelief. “What are these ‘rules’ you speak of?”
“No men in the house unless you introduce me to them first remains rule number one.”
“Seriously, daddy? I’m 21-years-old.”
“Yes. A beautiful 21-year-old woman who will introduce me to any man she intends to fuck under my roof.”
I squinted my eyes at him and pursed my lips, but nodded my agreement.
“I don’t have any intention of… doing that… with anyone while I’m here this summer,” I informed him.
“Your intentions may change,” he said, his eyes laughing but his tone serious.
“Do you know your class schedule?”
“I am taking ‘Fantasy and Science Fiction Literature’ and ‘Music Appreciation’.”
“Those are a far cry from biochemistry.”
“Well, yeah. Which is why I’d never be able to take them during my normal school semester. I don’t have time for doing the reading or going to concerts while taking my normal course load.”
“When are your classes, then?”
“The English class is 7-8:20pm on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The music class is 7-9pm Tuesday and Thursday, but we will also be expected to go to live music events on occasion, usually on the weekends, but not always.”