Love In Plain Sight. Jeanie London

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      “I am,” Harley said. “Insane. Just a heads-up.”

      “No worries. I can take you.” A first since Harley had been Damon’s protégé at martial arts from the time they’d been kids. She must surely have a black belt or two by now.

      Harley narrowed her gaze and folded her arms. “Just kick me when I’m down, why don’t you?”

      “I would never.”

      “Why are you here? I know you didn’t come to visit, because Mac wouldn’t have left had he known you were on the way.”

      “Where is everyone? It’s Sunday. Am I missing some performance I wasn’t made aware of?”

      “Mac and Toni are with your parents,” Harley said. “Your dad is taking everyone out for dinner. Except me.”

      “I’m sure they’d have gotten takeout and picnicked with you, though. They’re just looking for things to do that get Grandpa out of the house.”

      “No picnics. Dinner out works for all of us. I can’t cook, and they’ve been hovering, trying to cheer me up. I’m so grumpy even I feel bad.”

      “Humph.” Courtney sank onto the bed, careful not to jar the pregnant lady and the new little niece or nephew. “Now I’m sorry I didn’t go to dinner, too. I went to Mama’s instead.”

      Of course Courtney had declined her parents’ dinner invitation specifically because she didn’t want to get into the details about why she was on leave.

      “Mama mentioned that you’d been there today.”

      “That was fast.” Not a surprise, as Mama and Harley were mother and daughter in so many ways. “Did you hear that Mama bullied Marc into helping me sort out my little work problem?”

      Harley narrowed a no-nonsense gaze. “What I heard was that your work problem wasn’t as little as you said it was. Mama was tripping over herself to tell me what was going on without actually telling me what was going on. That was my first clue I might not have all the information.”

      Courtney attempted nonchalance. “I wanted to pick Marc’s brain. I wasn’t sure if I should, given his convalescence, so I went to Mama first.”

      Involving Marc even in a peripheral way would get back to Harley, so Courtney had known to have an explanation ready. Of course, her explanation didn’t fit so neatly now that the situation had taken an unexpected turn, and she was here for the explicit purpose of swapping cars to chauffeur Marc.

      Harley arched a delicate eyebrow as if silently chiding, Is that really the best you can do?

      This day was turning out to be a mixed bag in so many ways. Courtney’s only defense would be an offense, so she launched into one, explaining what she’d told Mama earlier without as many details.

      Harley was positively scowling by the time Courtney finished. “There are children missing, an FBI investigation and you’re on administrative leave. Did I get that right?”

      Courtney nodded.

      “I get why you didn’t involve Nic, but why wouldn’t you be up-front with your brother and me? We have some experience with this sort of thing, you know. Just a little.”

      “Sarcasm doesn’t become you.” Which was a joke, since Harley could wield sarcasm without even opening her mouth. “From where I’m standing, you and my brother have your hands full. Mom and Dad have their hands full with Grandpa, too. I’m trying to help everyone, not give you all more to worry about. Why on earth would I burden you?”

      “Because you care about me enough to give me something to do while I’m languishing in this bed going insane.”

      “You’re not languishing. You’re baking my new little niece or nephew, keeping the oven all nice and toasty so she or he rises like a perfect little biscuit.”

      Harley practically growled, which forced Courtney to bite back a smile. Smiling would have been a mistake right now.

      “Harley, there’s a reason my brother isn’t giving you work.” Courtney gave her mouth something less offensive to do than grin. “Or your boss. Or me. My brother is worrying about his family right now, which is exactly what he should be doing. If I had wanted to add more to his plate or yours, I would have told you. I didn’t. I’ve got things under control, so enjoy your vacation. Once our newest Gerard gets here, you’ll be wishing you rested. You’re not as young as you were when you had Toni.”

      Harley rested her head against the pillows with a sigh and stared at the ceiling.

      Okay, maybe she was languishing.

      Courtney was about to concede the point when Harley said, “I could advise you to do the same thing. Why are you taking on the FBI? Go home, take up knitting and let them do their job. But I know you won’t listen, so do one thing for me since wondering and worrying won’t be good for me or the baby. Or your brother for that matter, since he’s the one trying to do everything because I’m down.”

      “What?”

      Harley sat up again, leveled that bright gaze Courtney’s way. “Be honest with us from now on. I seriously can’t sit here with the seconds ticking by like years and not worry if I think you’re hiding things. I’ll worry even more. So will Mac. We’re in panic mode already.”

      “Trust me. I know the feeling.” Courtney sighed. “No worrying about me. I’ve got things under control. Compliments of Mama and the bullying brothers, I’ve got Marc.”

      “Bullying brothers. Well said.”

      Courtney stretched across the bed. “You probably would have seen it coming. I didn’t.”

      “Really? Well, you don’t know Marc that well,” Harley conceded. “He is not in a good place.”

      “He’s alive after an accident. That’s a very good place.”

      “No argument. But he’s another one who isn’t being honest. You two have that in common.”

      “Cut me a break, will you?”

      That got a hint of a smile. “You’ve come to the wrong house for breaks. I’m fresh out. No breaks for Marc, either. It was only a matter of time before Mama found some way to light a fire under his ass and get him moving. Sounds like you and your little work problem fits the bill.”

      An answer to a prayer. Isn’t that what Mama had said?

      Had the prayer been to give Marc something to distract him from his pain and slow recovery?

      “I think Mama might get a bit more than she bargained for.” Courtney certainly had. She explained how Marc had invited himself to move in.

      “He’s staying with you?”

      “No. He has apparently taken a liking to your old place, because he wasn’t there ten minutes before informing me he wouldn’t be leaving. What was I going to say?”

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