Accidentally Yours. Susan Mallery

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      “We’re committed now,” she told the unamused cat. Kerri battled very legitimate fear. What had she been thinking? A cat? A tree? Was she insane?

      From inside the house came a cry of distress.

      “Tiger’s gone,” Michelle said loudly, sounding desperate and worried. “Did she get out? What if she climbed the tree? She always does that, then she can’t get down. Oh, no!”

      The blinds at the rear of the house opened and two boys stared out into the backyard.

      Kerri took that as her cue. She pushed Tiger onto a higher branch. The cat clung on, swaying and meowing in protest.

      “I’ve got you,” Kerri told the unhappy cat. “Hang on, Tiger. I’ll save you. I’m Wonder Mom and that’s what I do.”

      She retrieved the cat, who glared at her and tried to swipe Kerri with her claws. But Kerri kept clear of the weapons. She lowered Tiger to the branch at her feet and watched as the disgruntled feline made her way to the ground. Then Kerri turned her attention to the trampoline carefully positioned just below the tree.

      She slowly eased along the branch, grateful she’d taken her thrift-store boots into a shoe-repair shop for a gripping sole. When the limb narrowed and began to dip, she paused, sighted the trampoline, ignored the knot of fear in her stomach and jumped.

      She hit the trampoline, rose in the air, managed an ungraceful flip before hitting again where she landed on her back. After catching her breath, she crawled to the side and climbed down.

      She might be pushing thirty but she still had it, she told herself as she smoothed down the front of her skirt. Sort of. Too bad she’d never taken gymnastics. Training like that would have really helped to convince her son that she was Wonder Mom—a mom with amazing powers—practically a comic-book hero.

      She turned to the window and waved at the two boys, then walked toward the house. Tiger ran ahead of her, all bushy and annoyed at her part in the drama.

      “We need to work on your motivation,” Kerri told the cat. “We need more fear and less annoyance. Mrs. Barclay’s cat is always willing to work with me if you’re not interested.”

      Tiger ignored her and raced into the house. Michelle held open the back door and grinned. “Not bad, Wonder Mom.”

      CHAPTER TWO

      “I HEARD ABOUT the cat rescue,” Kerri’s friend Linda said that evening after the dinner dishes were done and Kerri had tucked Cody into bed. “Half the town thinks you’re a saint and the other half thinks you should be institutionalized.”

      “I’m not a saint,” Kerri said as she leaned back against the sofa. “I’m just trying to do the best I can.”

      She’d already told Linda about her disastrous meeting with Nathan King.

      “I don’t know what else to do,” Kerri admitted, which wasn’t her style. She never allowed herself to even think about failing. After all, she was Wonder Mom.

      The idea for the crazy name and costume had popped into her brain four years ago, shortly after Cody had been diagnosed with Gilliar’s Disease. He’d been five and in a lot of pain. He’d gotten so down, he refused to go to school or hang out with his friends.

      In a move that many would consider too bizarre for words, Kerri had come up with the idea of being Wonder Mom. If she had secret powers, they would also be passed on to her son. And if Cody had secret powers, then he could certainly conquer his disease.

      With the help of some neighbors and a hydraulic jack, she’d arranged for her son to “see” her lift a car with one hand. He’d been so impressed he’d begged her to let him sign up for T-ball. Over the years she’d figured out a costume, a logo and had made regular appearances doing the seemingly impossible.

      She didn’t know if it was the whole Wonder Mom persona or just good luck, but Cody’s disease had progressed more slowly than expected. If looking like an idiot was helping, she was happy to do it every day.

      “What about what Tim mentioned?” Linda reached for her glass of wine. “Say it’s happened and maybe it will.”

      “A little clarity would have been nice,” Kerri murmured. “All I can come up with is that he was suggesting I announce Nathan King agreed to give the money.”

      “Why not?”

      Linda was an attractive brunette in her late forties. She’d spent twenty years working with Abram Wallace in the research facility in town and Kerri had come to rely on her intelligence and practical sense. She had met her when Linda had come to her with a hair emergency.

      “Would it work?” Kerri asked more to herself than Linda. “Can I do that? Lie?”

      Linda smiled. “It won’t be the first time. It’s not like you actually had the references you claimed to have to get that restaurant job.”

      “I know, but the reference thing would fall in the white-lie category. Is announcing a donation that hasn’t been made illegal? I’m all Cody has. If I were to go to jail…” She opened her mouth, then closed it. Somewhere deep inside her brain a light went on.

      She straightened. “I’m having an Oprah ‘aha’ moment,” she said, hardly daring to think the whole thing through. Was it possible? Could she pull it off?

      “I have letters,” she told her friend. “Form letters from King’s company. So I could scan in the letterhead and then write a different letter saying he’s giving us the money. I give that to the local paper. They get all excited, word goes out to the wire service and voilà, the whole world knows.”

      Linda grinned. “It could work. And the jail threat?”

      “That’s the great part. Do you really think a big-time developer is going to put the mother of a sick kid in jail? If he tried, there has to be some sleazy lawyer willing to take on my case. Think of the publicity. Worst-case scenario, Nathan King backs out of the donation, then someone else may step forward.”

      Linda leaned forward and pulled a folder out of her purse. “I don’t think he’ll be backing out. I did a little research of my own. Nathan King is trying to build those luxury high-rise towers on Puget Sound.”

      Kerri wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, yeah. Million-plus-dollar condos and upscale shopping and restaurants. In my next life I’ll buy one.”

      “He’s getting a lot of resistance from city government. You’ve only been living here a few months, but I’ve been in the Seattle area all my life. Nathan King has made a lot of enemies. He’s not well liked. Really bad publicity could ruin his chances of getting his project through.”

      Hope burned hot and bright in Kerri’s chest. “He couldn’t afford to put me in jail.”

      “Probably not.”

      “I would represent every little person he’s ever stepped on in his quest to amass his fortune.”

      “Exactly.”

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