Grabbing her clothes and the towel, she took them to the laundry room. She should wash them, but there wasn't time. She came into the kitchen with her purse on one arm and joined the others. Giddon eyed her long hair thoughtfully, but said nothing.
After they finished eating, Giddon rose from his chair. "Are you ready to go?"
She studied him suspiciously. "Go where?"
He rolled his eyes. "You asked me to drive you home, don't you remember?" His voice had that crisp edge to it again.
What was he angry about this time? She met his cool gaze. "I remember you didn't answer," she said dryly.
Sarah silently watched her son with what appeared to be amused interest. Was she actually enjoying the exchange? Giddon shrugged, that intense topaz gaze shifting to his feet. "I didn't know you expected a gold-engraved invitation."
He was such a jerk. She eyed him with open disdain. "A simple yes or no would have sufficed. I wouldn't want to put you to any more trouble."
He glanced up sharply, his brows furrowed. Obviously he was annoyed by her caustic tone. "It's no trouble." The last word ended on the upturn, as if it were a question, not a statement.
"I could call a taxi," she said.
He snorted. "It would cost you a fortune. Anyway, my driving isn't that bad."
No, not his driving, but his mood was. It was almost as if he was determined to take her home. Was he that anxious to get her out of his hair? She shrugged. "Fine, let's get this over with."
He turned to his mother. "While I'm out, do you need anything?" He paused and frowned at her. "What are you laughing about?"
"Nothing," she said with a smile and then hugged Lisa. "I wish you could stay. I haven't been so entertained in years." She stepped back. "You take care of yourself and come visit us sometime."
"I will," Lisa responded with surprise. Poor Sarah. She needed to get out more if she found their disgruntled exchange entertaining.
"Promise?" Sarah urged.
Lisa hugged her with genuine feeling. "I promise to drop in and see you the very next time I'm up this way."
Sarah studied her with wise eyes. "Make sure that is sometime in the near future."
Lisa glanced up to find Giddon watching them thoughtfully. He was probably already dreading the idea of seeing her again. He had no reason to worry. The chances were slim that she would ever come back. Much as she liked Sarah, the idea of Giddon's displeasure would prohibit any such intent.