Her Unlikely Family. Missy Tippens

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      He hesitated. Of course, Josie probably knew the whole story. Lisa tended to tell things like they were. “She doesn’t like boarding school. She wants to live with me, but I can’t take care of her. I’m at the bank twelve hours a day, and I travel.”

      “It’s not like she’s a toddler. She could be home a couple of hours a day by herself. You could even send her to her grandparents or hire someone to help.”

      “She’s landed in too much trouble to be left to her own devices. And my parents can’t take on that responsibility.” He stopped at a red light. “As far as hiring someone to function as a sort of nanny, well, I didn’t like any of the candidates I interviewed.”

      “Maybe you should make some adjustments to your schedule for the welfare of your niece.”

      As he turned up the street to the diner, he fought the temptation to defend himself. Ultimately, his schedule was none of her business. “I make decisions as I see fit, and I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your advice to yourself from now on.” He motioned to a lone parked car. “Is that your vehicle?”

      “Yes, that’s my heap of junk. And I’ll try to keep my opinions to myself.”

      Try was the operative word.

      “How am I going to be sure Lisa is secure for the night?” he asked.

      “Give me your cell-phone number, and I’ll call if she doesn’t show up at my house.”

      “Ah, I see. So she is staying at your house.”

      A smile spread across her face. “Man, Mike, you’re good.”

      “What can I say?”

      She pulled a scrap of paper out of her pocket. “Do you have a pen? I need your number.”

      There was no way he would go to bed tonight without catching a glimpse of Lisa. “How about I follow you home? I won’t let Lisa see me.”

      “That won’t be necessary, Mike.”

      “Michael.”

      “That won’t be necessary, Mike.” She smiled so sweetly it made it difficult to stand firm.

      Difficult, but not impossible. “Oh, yes it will.”

      

      Michael followed Josie to within a block of her house. After she went in the front door and flashed the porch light, their prearranged signal that Lisa was there, he pulled his car closer.

      A light came on in a side window. Maybe he could take a quick look, just to confirm Lisa was really there. And that they weren’t packing her bags.

      He parked, got out, then crept around the corner of the tiny, vinyl-siding home. Strangely, it appeared to be pink in the glow of the streetlights.

      Pink hair, pink uniform, pink house. Strange woman.

      After surveying the height of the window, he quickly grabbed an empty metal garbage can from the neighbor’s yard to stand on, then eased along the wall of Josie’s house. A cat darted out of the bushes, scaring the life out of him. He nearly dropped the trash can.

      But he carried on with his mission and set the can upside down, then climbed up, standing on the edges to keep the bottom from denting in. He rose up on his toes. As he reached the window, he realized it was raised about two inches. Voices carried out the opening.

      Jackpot!

      “I can’t believe you let him follow you here,” Lisa said in an angry whisper, as if he might somehow be near enough to hear.

      “He didn’t exactly give me any choice.”

      Josie had her back to him, but he could see the top of Lisa’s head. Green head.

      Though relief at finally seeing her eased the knot in his stomach, irritation that she had carried out her hair-coloring threat sparked through him. It would be one more battle Lisa would wage with her grandmother.

      Lisa moved to the side. Her hair wasn’t only green. It also looked as if a lawn mower had gotten hold of it. “You promised you’d get rid of him, Josie.”

      “That was before I realized he’s not as bad as you said he was.”

      “But you didn’t try. You sat right down and started chatting with him at the diner like he was some long-lost friend.”

      “And he wasn’t even scared off by my interrogation or gum-snapping small-time waitress act.”

      “Scared off? He probably hasn’t had a date since snooty ol’ Gloria told him to take a hike. The poor guy must be desperate.”

      Incensed, Michael said, “I beg your pardon.”

      The screams of the two women startled him, but he managed to stay balanced. Josie, on the other hand, dropped to the floor, and Lisa practically dove under the bed.

      “It’s only me, the desperate one,” he said.

      Josie hopped up and fully raised the window. “You…You Peeping Tom! I should call the police.”

      “Go right ahead. I’ll tell them you’re hiding a minor here. For all I know, you kidnapped her.”

      He squinted, peering through the screen into the tiny bedroom. “Speaking of the minor…Lisa, come out from under there.”

      Silence.

      “Lisa…”

      “Oh, give it up, Lisa,” Josie said. “Come on out. We’re busted.”

      “And so are you, buddy,” said a gravelly voice behind Michael. “Police. Put your hands up.”

      Josie had to fight the incredulous laugh that nearly bubbled out of her. It wasn’t very often the president of a bank found himself in Mike’s position. She pressed her face against the screen and found a frequent patron of the diner and member of her church. “Hello, Officer Fredrickson.”

      “You okay here, Josie? Your neighbor called saying someone was sitting in a car casing out your house. Do you know this man?”

      Mike glared at her, and she bit her lower lip to keep from grinning.

      “I don’t really know him….” This would be one way to get Mike off Lisa’s back. But did she dare?

      “So, do you want to press charges against this pervert?”

      “Pervert? This is ridiculous. My name is Michael Throckmorton. My niece is in there.” He leaned his face closer. “Tell the man, Josie. You do remember what we talked about?”

      Yes, the supposed kidnapping. She couldn’t risk it. “I actually met him today, Officer. And his niece is here in, uh, on the floor.”

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