Summer Lovin'

exasperation obvious. 'By the way, what is a scrunchie, anyway?'

Zoe bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. 'It's a ponytail holder. Only bigger.'

'Well the water overflowed and created quite a mess.' Vivian's posture and tone showed the weariness she must be feeling after a few hours with her granddaughter.

'Where's Sam now?' Ryan asked.

'Upstairs in your old room thinking about what she did and why she did it,' Vivian said.

Zoe shot Ryan a glance.

'You punished her?' he asked, surprised.

'What else should I have done? She showed no thought to basic etiquette when visiting someone else's home.' His mother stiffened her shoulders defensively.

'Did you explain that to her?' Zoe asked.

'Of course.'

Ryan stepped forward. 'And did you yell, scream and threaten to throw her out and never let her come back as you did to Faith?'

Zoe sucked in a harsh breath, taken aback by his sharp tone and biting sarcasm. 'Ryan…'

'No, that's all right.' Vivian ran her hand down her bob, straightening her already perfect hair. 'Believe it or not, I thought long and hard before asking you if I could take Samantha for the afternoon. I revisited many of my past mistakes.'

'Say that again?' Ryan looked into his mother's eyes.

'I'm admitting I made mistakes, Ryan. It's not the time to get into this now, but I am trying harder with Faith's daughter. She's going to have to realize there are consequences to her actions, though.' Vivian gestured to the circular stairs. 'Shall we go talk to her?'

'In a minute,' Zoe said, stepping forward, knowing she was intruding on Ryan's family, and not caring. Not when she needed answers to questions that would directly affect Sam.

'Yes?' Vivian turned her head to face her.

'Why?' Zoe asked.

The other woman wrinkled her nose in confusion. 'Why what?'

'Why punish her? Why teach her that there are consequences? What point are you trying to make?' Zoe pushed the other woman to explain herself, knowing full well she had no right to do so.

Vivian paused in thought. If she was annoyed or put out by Zoe's question, she didn't show it. 'Well I suppose I want to teach her the proper way to behave for one thing.'

Zoe tried not to cringe or pass judgment; instead she waited.

'And I realize now that Faith never knew we loved her.'

'If that bothers you, then why didn't you search harder when she ran away?' Ryan asked.

Real tears suddenly filled the older woman's brown eyes, which Zoe now realized resembled Ryan's. 'We had a pattern in our home. All our fights would focus on how Faith's wild rebellion reflected on the family. We'd yell and scream as you pointed out. She'd storm off to her room and the same type of thing would happen again the next day. It became a cycle we couldn't seem to break.' She dabbed at the inside corner of her eye, attempting to stem her tears.

'Did you punish Faith?' Zoe asked softly.

'We tried, but no matter what we did, she never listened. Mostly because the screaming was such a large part of our lives, nothing had any impact. So when she ran away, after we checked all the obvious places, we thought, let her get it out of her system and then she'll come home.'

Ryan stiffened his shoulders. 'But she never did.'

Vivian shook her head. 'At the time we thought she made her choice, but I see now how wrong we were. We were the parents and she was the child. We should have kept trying.'

Zoe swallowed hard, suddenly feeling the woman's pain.

'And all this brings us back to Samantha,' Vivian continued. 'When Ryan brought up the idea of bringing Faith's child here, I was completely against it since I feared the past would repeat itself. I knew when I looked at Samantha, I'd see my failures as a mother. And I did. I still do.'

'Mom- ' Ryan stepped forward, but his mother waved him away.

Though Zoe hurt for him, she sensed this moment was a turning point for them both. As the instigator of the conversation, but outsider to their family, Zoe could do no more than watch it play out, and in doing so she realized she was watching her family's role in Sam's life coming to an end. The thought brought a piercing ache to her own heart.

Vivian stared, focusing her thoughts. 'I need to say this and I need to do it without your sympathy and without my falling apart.'

Ryan nodded in obvious understanding.

'Dinner the other night was a complete replay of our lives with you children except that Samantha had you and Zoe to protect her. And the child has more spunk than anyone I've ever met,' she said, with what sounded like affection in her tone.

'Spunk is a good word to describe Sam's behavior,' Ryan agreed, his eyes filled with warmth when he gazed at his mother.

Even Zoe had to admit she was touched by the woman's willingness to try and change. Relief filled her, as well, since Sam would benefit from her softening and changing.

'I didn't sleep that night. And I realized then that I could continue to play the socialite who cared more for rules than her family and thereby lose Faith's daughter, too, or I could take the initiative and try to change my attitude. For the sake of my family, I decided that an old dog should learn new tricks.' Vivian forced a laugh, but her body trembled with the emotion of the afternoon.

Emotion Zoe shared, since she now had no choice but to take the distance she'd tried to maintain and place it firmly between herself and Ryan. He was a good man and on the verge of having his niece accepted by his family. Zoe would have no place in their lives beyond that of a long-distance friend. She couldn't when she and Ryan, for all their passion, had so little in common.

She glanced at Ryan and met his gaze, her throat heavy with grief. No matter how much her heart begged her to believe otherwise, her mind told her that their different lives, different ways of doing things, and completely opposite families would never mesh long-term. On a selfish note, his family's way of life had the potential to stifle the strong woman she prided herself on being and the independent person she intended to become.

Giving him an encouraging nod, Zoe then watched as he changed his focus toward his mother and, knowing it was time, Zoe stepped back and away.

Ryan reluctantly turned from Zoe to stare at his mother and his head spun. He was in awe, completely blindsided by her admissions, her guilt and her desire to do better. Shock, gratitude, and even love for this woman who'd always remained distant swirled inside him.

Ignoring her attempt to remain stoic and alone, Ryan placed his arm around her shoulder. If he needed the physical connection to his parent, he decided that she must need it, too. To his never-ending surprise, she wrapped her arm around his waist, acknowledging his gesture.

But he couldn't take his eyes off Zoe. She stood off to one side, her expression soft as she smiled. She was clearly touched by the mother-son moment. But as the silence continued, she grew more uncomfortable. She shifted from heel to heel and appeared unusually alone for a woman normally filled with confidence.

He wanted to pull her into the moment, but she obviously wasn't ready for such a move.

'I want you to understand that I was questioning you for Sam's sake, not for my own,' Zoe said into the silence.

His mother eyed Zoe warily. She obviously still didn't know what to make of Zoe's place in this situation and Ryan wasn't ready to fill her in. Not when he knew even Zoe wasn't ready to hear the truth.

Before he could ease the tension, Zoe started to talk. 'You see, my family has been where you are. Sam has tested us, too, and we discovered that she responds well to punishment based on caring, but she rebels against rules for their own sake. All Sam wants is to be loved, accepted and to know she fits in.' She finished quickly, out of breath.

'That's…'

'I'm rambling.' Zoe interrupted his mother. She waved a hand through the air. 'This is all between you and