Heartsong (Logan 2)

grey sweater, and sneakers and looked rather young

and athletic. There was a warmth in his smile that

went beyond mere cordiality, I thought. Despite

Cary's discomfort, I didn't mind Adam's father. "It's nice to run into you again," I said. "At least you're not knocking me over this

time," he kidded. I couldn't help blushing. "Hello,

Cary."

"Hello," Cary answered, rather sulkily I

thought. "How's your father doing? I was sorry to hear

about his illness," Mr. Jackson said.

"He's home," Cary replied and leaned over to

get some cans of soup.

"That's good. Give him my regards." Mr.

Jackson looked at me again. "Cary's father and I used

to go fishing together once in a while. He ever tell you

about that marlin we caught, Cary?"

"No sir, he didn't," Cary said. "We have to move along. My mother needs these things," Cary

added gruffly.

"Oh sure. Well, don't forget to give him my

best, and if he needs help with anything . ."

"Okay," Cary said.

Mr. Jackson winked at me.

"I bet if you play the fiddle for him, he'll feel a

lot better a lot faster," he said.

"Thank you."

I smiled and we walked past him. When I

turned back, he was still looking our way.

"Don't look back at him. He's just flirting with

you," Cary muttered.

"What?"

"Everyone knows T. J. Jackson's reputation