“I’m so glad you like it, Mrs. Chu,” Nick said, peering around at the ladies.
“Well, I have to admit, this Singapore Sling is better than I imagined,” Peik Lin said, taking another sip of her frothy crimson drink.
“So you’re not going to cringe the next time some tourist sitting next to you orders one?” Nick said with a wink.
“Depends on how they’re dressed,” Peik Lin retorted.
For a few moments, they sat savoring the view. Across the bay, the blue hour was settling in, and the crowd of skyscrapers lining the marina seemed to glisten in the balmy air. Nick turned toward Rachel, his eyes searching out hers. She hadn’t spoken once since they left Peik Lin’s house. Their eyes met for a flash of a moment, before Rachel turned away.
Nick jumped off his bar stool and walked down a few steps toward the infinity pool. As he strolled along the water’s edge, a bold silhouette against the darkening sky, the women studied him in silence.
“He’s a good man, that Nick,” Kerry finally said to her daughter.
“I know,” Rachel said quietly.
“I’m so glad he came to see me,” Kerry said.
“Came to see you?” Rachel was confused.
“Of course. He showed up on my doorstep in Cupertino two days ago.”
Rachel stared at her mother, her eyes widening in amazement. Then she jumped off her bar stool and made a beeline toward Nick. He turned to face her just as she approached. Rachel slowed her pace, turning to look at a couple of swimmers doing disciplined laps around the pool.
“Those swimmers look like they might fall right off the horizon,” she said.
“They do, don’t they?”
Rachel took a slight breath. “Thank you for bringing my mom here.”
“No worries—she needed a good drink.”
“To Singapore, I mean.”
“Oh, it was the least I could do.”
Rachel looked at Nick tenderly. “I can’t believe you did this. I can’t believe you went halfway around the world and back for me in two days. What ever possessed you to do such a crazy thing?”
Nick flashed his trademark grin. “Well, you can thank a little bird for that.”
“A little bird?”
“Yes, a little blue jay that hates Damien Hirst.”
At the bar, Kerry was nibbling the pineapple wedge from her third cocktail when Peik Lin whispered excitedly, “Mrs. Chu, don’t turn around now, but I spy Nick giving Rachel a long, slow kiss!”
Kerry swiveled around joyously and sighed. “Aiyah, soooo romantic!”
“Alamak, don’t look! I told you not to look!” Peik Lin scolded.
When Nick and Rachel came back, Kerry scrutinized Nick up and d
own for a moment and yanked at his rumpled linen shirt. “Aiyah, you’ve lost too much weight. Your cheeks are so sallow. Let me fatten you up a bit. Can we go to one of those outdoor food bazaars that Singapore is so famous for? I want to eat a hundred sticks of satay while I am here.”
“Okay, let’s all go to the Chinatown food market on Smith Street,” Nick beamed.
“Alamak, Nick, Smith Street gets so crowded on Friday nights, and there’s never any place to sit,” Peik Lin complained. “Why don’t we go to Gluttons Bay?”
“I knew you were going to suggest that. All you princesses love to go there!”