Welcome To My Family. Roz Fox Denny

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      CHAPTER FOUR

      BY SATURDAY MORNING, Kat thought the scratches on her face and arms had faded. She didn’t expect anyone to notice them and was alarmed when both parents expressed concern. She mumbled something innocuous about how it had happened when she had sorted old sporting equipment stored in the attic. They accepted her story. Too quickly, Kat decided.

      Her parents seemed vaguely preoccupied—a fact that concerned Kat more than the injuries resulting from her encounter with Spud’s tree.

      The most emotion she’d seen either parent exhibit throughout the day occurred after Kat had wheedled her mother into modeling the dress she’d bought. Pop happened to pass the bedroom, and Kat couldn’t fault his response. His eyes lit up, and the kiss he laid on his wife was enough to make a grown daughter blush.

      It reminded Kat of Slater’s kiss. A memory so real, she left her parents in their clinch and dashed upstairs to revise the resignation letter she had drafted around midnight.

      Much later, they’d barely sat down to dinner when Slater phoned. “I intended to call earlier,” he said. “But I got tied up running tests on the Special. How’s the leg, and your cuts?”

      Kat recognized his polite boss-to-employee voice. He sounded distracted, as if he had other things on his mind. His car, no doubt. Obviously he hadn’t spent time mooning over their kiss. “I’m fine.” She kept her response brief and to the point. “You’re interrupting dinner, Kowalski. Is an update on my health all you needed?”

      “By all means, go eat. I’d hate to stand in the way of your putting meat on those scrawny bones.”

      Kat sputtered indignantly as Slater clicked off.

      “Is everything all right, Katie?” her mother called into the hall.

      “Fine,” she snapped without elaborating. If the elder O’Hallorans suspected the call was to blame for her moodiness, they let it go. Tim declined dessert. He took off to meet his pals, not offering any excuse for leaving Kat and her mother to spend another solitary evening.

      By Sunday, Kat had made up her mind to discuss her resignation with her brothers and their wives. Maureen had planned a family dinner as usual. “Count me out,” Timothy announced. “I have a meeting of the church carnival committee. We’re considering some changes this year. All improvements—you’ll see,” he said in an offhand way.

      Kat gazed at him suspiciously. Now she’d be distrustful of everything Pop said.

      Rightly so. As he passed his sons on their way into the house after church, Tim caught Mark’s arm. “Keep an eye on your mama and sister next week, son. My carnival committee’s going to Atlantic City to check out new games for our booths,” he said evenly, as if his words had nothing to do with the circle of shocked faces. Of course, everyone except Kat was floored by his announcement. But she could tell this wasn’t an ideal time to discuss her resignation from Flintridge.

      “It’s Louie Kowalski’s fault,” Mark ranted after Timothy climbed into his car. “Why else would Pop’s carnival committee entertain the notion of using gaming tables? That man is a bad influence all the way around.”

      Kat poured coffee and held her tongue, even though she alone knew Mark’s statement to be true. Yet it bothered her that Pop hadn’t acted guilty. Right before he took off, he’d kissed Mama with gusto—as if nothing was wrong.

      Josh turned to Kat, his tone reproachful. “Mama said Louie’s son is CEO at Flintridge and that you report directly to him. At Motorhill, our rec director reports to Internal Affairs. I tell you, this is a setup to bleed Pop’s mind.”

      “Kowalski did not recruit me, Josh. Your own wife sent me the job notice.”

      Josh drummed his fingers on the table. They all studied the spouse under discussion as she helped her mother-in-law place dinner on the table.

      Matt’s wife unloaded two apple pies she’d baked. “Josh, you can’t mean you think Louie Junior would really do something so underhanded? They’ve been in business as long as Motorhill.”

      “Slater,” Kat corrected. “He’s not a Junior.”

      No one paid attention as Matt continued. “I believe Junior would do anything to save his butt with the company.” Matt waited as they all bowed their heads and his brother Mark gave the blessing, then he picked up where he’d left off. “Friday, a car buff who works at Flintridge came by for his headers. He happened to mention Kowalski’s flawed engine. I gather it may cost the company a government contract. Major flaw,” Matt reiterated, raising a brow. “And a big contract.”

      Mark whistled through his teeth. “Well, it’s a cinch a family can’t hang on to an auto empire in this day and age by being nice guys. I’ll bet they’re all tough nuts.”

      Kat recalled Slater’s sympathy and his tender touch that night in Spud’s garage. But of course she couldn’t bring that up to her brothers.

      Josh’s scowl enveloped the entire clan. “Tough nuts or not, somebody has to shake Kowalski’s family tree. I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts Pop’s not going to Atlantic City just for the committee. Kowalski probably dreamed this up. What if Pop gambles away his whole retirement fund? Someone has to stop him.”

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