Coming Home

that was reason enough to want to meet Isha. Yes, indeed, it had taken some nerve for her to call him.

Grady would have to admit that Martin hadn’t exaggerated about Isha. She had packed for traveling to Wisconsin as a Moss Optics special agent to take on some aggressive corporate wannabe, so her selected wardrobe had already been weaponized. The soft, thin fabrics she packed would have alluring flow and a subtle way of clinging to her body that would be distracting. Grady was just a man, after all. A sailor! She’d be fine. She’d ramp it up with a little shopping in Miami.

That Aussie sailor dude she, RD and Jodi had met in the park (Martin, posing as Neville, a sailor who’d done a race with RD) had said Grady was Andy’s father. What a mind-blower. She figured that had to be some ridiculous bullshit. Where did that leave Mitchell Thomas? And Deedee, Andy’s mother - how would she have hooked up with a guy from Australia? Deedee? Naw. Isha had checked into a good hotel in Miami using her new Moss credit card and had taken a nap.

good, low key, but sexy South Beach seductive. Grady was properly impressed. So was Isha. Grady had that fit, weathered 60-something look that he wore well and that had been hard-earned. The blurred little anchor inked on the inside of his left forearm had been done long before tattoos were trendy. It was impressive for its simplicity. It was more sign than statement.

Isha ordered a glass of wine. Grady ordered a beer and got right to it.

Isha ordered a glass of wine. Grady ordered a beer and got right to it.

“This is unusual, you calling me,” he said. “Not so long ago you and your not-so-upstanding cohort were being annoying and doing everything you could to find me. Now, here you are. Here I am. What’s up?”

“Let’s say I’m in the business of doing business when I find something I like.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

Grady met her at the restaurant, a seafood place he liked. Isha had spent a lot of time getting ready, and she had to admit she looked

“I’ve been doing some research, research that included the island of Mustique. Research about a nice little game you’ve got going. And then that guy who just happened to recognize my ‘not-so-upstanding cohort’ - Neville, I think his name was - who stopped by our table in the park and dropped the bomb that you, Grady, are Andy’s father, Andy being the skipper of All American . Well, it all came