Samantha Mom and Dad exchanged a look, one of those silent conversations that married couples could have without words. I held my breath, waiting.

They could be cunning some times, especially mom. Dad on the other hand was a master interrogator. But I had known him long enough to learn a few things about his methods. Advantages of being his kid.

"Where did you meet him?" Mom asked, her tone still suspicious but less certain now.

"At the guest house," I said, naming the small cottage on the edge ...