Hope turned to look at the vehicle. Jordan’s face was directed at the road as his blinker signaled his intention to pull away. She began walking toward the house with Naomi wrapping herself around her waist.
Lucile followed them. “Was that one of the Delaney boys?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Luke or Jordan?”
“Jordan.”
“What’s he doing here? I thought it was Luke who moved back to Riviera View. Isn’t he a hotshot in D.C. or something like that?”
“I don’t know. He gave me and Avery Miles a ride.” She hoped this would close the subject. She hadn’t told her ex-mother-in-law why she had to stay after class, not wanting to disclose she’d had a date. Good thing she hadn’t after that disaster.
“Luke was in Eric’s class. I hope you’re making sure your daughters also get preferential treatment at school, like their mother did for them. I don’t think they would have reached those universities if she hadn’t.”
Hope kept her eyes on Naomi and tried not to laugh. She knew from Libby what universities those were. Jordan in Cornell and Luke in Penn State, because their teacher mother got them “special treatment” in elementary school.
“I give them all the preferential treatment in the world,” she said, fondly kissing the head of her youngest. She then closed the front door, but not before sending another look at Jordan Delaney’s taillights.