Uncle Lyn sauntered over. “It seems everything has been resolved?”
“I hope so. I’ve promised to write Sam a letter of recommendation for Stonington-Wolcott.”
“That’s kind of you.”
“Hardly. I just want him out of my life.”
“I can’t say I blame you. He…uh…made a pass at me on the trip upriver.”
“Oh God.” Uncle Lyn wasn’t even gay.
“No need to worry.” He chuckled and patted my shoulder. “I’ve dealt with worse than him. You’re looking well, much better than the last time I’d seen you.”
“Wasn’t that before I left for South Africa?”
“Yes.” He smiled at me. “You’ve never looked happier.”
“I’ve never been happier.”
“In that case, I won’t ask if you’d consider coming home.”
“I am home.”
“I thought as much. You said in the letter to your parents you’d found your heart’s desire.”
I raised an eyebrow. “They let you read it?”
“I didn’t give them much choice. I wanted to know how that trip to South Africa worked out—”