Ed Locke stood nearby with his muscular arms crossed. At 6'4", with a salt-and-pepper crewcut crowning a face whose texture matched his voice, he dominated the room. His steel-grey eyes bore down on Amber while his countenance was reminiscent of a brewing tornado. Amber knew that look and the elation that had been in her chest moments before instantly evaporated.
"Uh, hey, Dad," Amber stated, trying to inject a false light-heartedness into her voice. "You're, umm, you're back early. How did the repairs go?" She tried to appear nonchalant, but her heart was pounding.
"They went well," he growled, "hence my being home early, as you say. Now, would you kindly introduce me to your...
friend
." His eyes slid over to Spencer and it was clear he was trying to control the tone of his voice.
"Ahh, yeah, um, Dad, this is Spencer," Amber stuttered, her voice shaky as she went to stand near him. "He's, uh, a friend I met through work. We, uh, started hanging out recently at a party." She cringed.
Oh God, I'm making this worse!
"I mean, we've known each other for a few months though, not just at a party."
"Spencer, this is Dad, I mean Ed. He's my dad." She smiled weakly. Internally, she wished she could melt into the floor.
Spencer seemed calm, all things considered. "Yes, we, uh, we unexpectedly met a moment ago," he said. He put out his hand for a handshake. Ed looked at it momentarily, then took it and gave it a firm, single shake.
"So, Amber," Ed began, reverting his attention to his daughter. "I'm gone for a week and come back to find a young man making himself comfortable in my living room. Would you care to explain?"
Despite knowing she was an adult and technically wasn't doing anything wrong, she still felt the weight and pressure of that drilling gaze. Parental influence doesn't just go away when someone turns 18. "Well, um, we were just going to go out on a, uh, on a date. Dinner. And then maybe a hike with some stargazing, I think." She looked up at Spencer.
"Yes, something like that," he replied, giving her a small smile.
How is he so calm?
"So, yeah." She looked back at her father.
Pull it together, girl!
Ed just looked at her, the seconds feeling far longer. "Stargazing," he finally said. It was both a question and not a question. He turned his attention to Spencer. "So, Mr. Astronomy, tell me... what constellations are visible this time of year?"
Spencer seemed unperturbed at the grilling. "Well, I have a passing interest in astronomy, but I wouldn't claim to be an expert. I'm familiar with Pegasus, Hercules, and Draco. I have to admit I've always liked Orion, though he doesn't show up until early morning. However, tonight is a full moon, so visibility won't be as good for actual stargazing, especially without a telescope. My plan was more to take advantage of this unusually warm weather. I was thinking we'd look at the moon and enjoy a quiet evening in the woods while your daughter and I talked."
"Hmpf," Ed grunted. "'Taking advantage' indeed. And how do I know that you're not just some twit looking to get into my daughter's pants and then dump her the first chance you get?"
"DAD!" Amber glared at her father, her anger percolating up enough to temporarily overcome her nervousness. "Jesus!"
Spencer took a deep breath and seemed to be collecting his thoughts. "Sir," he started to say, before having to pause and clear his throat. "Sir, I respect your concern and agree that there are a lot of jerks out there. However, I assure you, I am not one of them."
Amber could hear the slightest hint of a tremor in his voice indicating that, despite his calm facade, Spencer wasn't completely immune to Ed's intensity. She was impressed that this was the only sign that he was nervous.
"I have come to realize," Spencer continued, "that your daughter means a great deal to me and I respect her very much." He briefly glanced over at Amber before returning his attention to her father. "I hope that you'll grant me the courtesy to prove it."
Amber's breath caught in her throat. It was such a confident and sweet thing to say. She smiled at him, but his attention was still on her father. Ed, on the other hand, seemed to be trying to come up with some other reason to not like Spencer. He was working his jaw and it looked like he was trying to crack walnuts.
"I'll grant that you carry yourself well," Ed grumbled, "but don't you go on thinking that being some silver-tongued—"
"Halloo?" a quiet voice called from the doorway.
"—devil means that you can get away with—" Ed continued, his voice dropping to a hiss.
"Edward? Is that your voice I hear?" The voice had raised in volume and was nearer. It was accompanied by the sound of the screen door closing.
Ed stopped his diatribe mid-sentence and looked across the room. Both Spencer and Amber looked up as well as Sophia Carlucci walked around the corner.
"Sorry," she apologized, her Italian accent rolling the r's. "I tried knocking, but no one answered. I heard voices and let myself in. Please forgive me." She looked at each of them in turn and then smiled at Amber and walked over to give her a light hug.
Ed looked as if he'd swallowed his next words sideways. "Uh... hello, Sophia," he rumbled.
Sophia glanced at him and tipped her head in acknowledgment. She then disengaged from Amber and asked her, "Is this the young man you spoke of the other day?"
Amber nodded. "Yes. This is Spencer." She glanced over at her father, but he was just staring at Sophia, a hint of confusion creeping into his eyes.
Sophia's face brightened with a smile, her white teeth flashing as she stepped over to Spencer. It was as if the tension in the room faded slightly. "Ahh, it is so nice to meet you. I have heard wonderful things. Sophia Carlucci." She held out her hand.
Spencer gave it a gentle shake and smiled. "Spencer Keyes. And you must be the one who made that delicious lasagna. Ahh...
complimenti alla... cucina?
No, wait, that's 'kitchen'...
cuoca?
Did I say that correctly?"
"
Cuoca, Sì!
" She grinned and patted his hand. "I am glad you enjoyed it."
Ed frowned at the mention of lasagna and looked over at Amber. "I thought I told you to call her," he growled, trying to retake control of the situation. "I didn't want her to waste—"
"I had already made it," Sophia interjected, first glancing at Amber before turning to Ed. "And I am glad it didn't go to waste," she said, pointedly. "As for you," she continued, "I was just coming by to ask Amber when you would be home. I was thinking of bringing something by. Well, now I know you are here and I have a perfect idea."
Sophia Carlucci looped her arms around those of Amber and Spencer and escorted them to the door. "Now, Edward, let's let these two young
adults
be on their way to enjoy the evening. I'm sure they have somewhere they'd rather be than get the third degree from you. Meanwhile, you and I will catch up. I'll whip us up something here in no time. You look tired and in need of some quality cooking."
Ed just stood there, slightly dumbstruck, all evidence of his previous storm completely washed away. As they slipped on their shoes and jackets, Sophia turned her back to him and,
sotto voce
, said to the kids, "Don't worry about him. Enjoy your evening. Oh, and don't hurry back." She winked at Amber before turning back to Amber's father and, in a normal voice, said, "Now let's see what Amber has in the kitchen while you tell me about your week. Come." Amber's father glanced at his daughter briefly and then followed Sophia into the kitchen, a somewhat muddled expression on his face.
Amber called out a quick, "Bye, Dad," before grabbing Spencer's hand and leaving the house as rapidly as she could without seeming to rush. She knew better than to question the opportunity she'd been given.
As the two settled into Spencer's car, he turned to her and said, "Wow! Your dad is a bit intense."
Amber let out a half-laugh. "Heh, yeah. He's a good man and father, but he definitely takes the Family Protector title