Then There Were Three. Jeanie London

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      “So you’re from Atlanta?” her grandmother asked.

      “No, Chile. There’s a layover in Atlanta.”

      Her grandmother looked surprised. “Well, that must be a long flight. And your mother is…?”

      “Megan.”

      For a moment her grandmother stared, then if possible, her smile grew even bigger. “Megan Bell.”

      It wasn’t a question, but Violet nodded anyway.

      “Imagine that.” She laughed, a really happy sound. “Well, there’s definitely a story here, Violet, and I want to hear every word.” Popping up from behind the counter, she addressed their audience. “I say we head to the house for lunch, ladies. I’ll whip something up. What do you think?”

      She must be a really good cook because everyone liked that idea. The lady at the shampoo bowl said, “I’ll finish here and lock up.”

      “Perfect. Lunch will be on the table in thirty minutes. Give or take.” Her grandmother glanced at the hairstylist who stood behind the chair with the scissors still poised over her client’s wet head and said, “Corinne, will you swing by Mauricio’s and pick up some bread?”

      “Will do.” Corinne never took her eyes off Violet’s reflection in the mirror. “Want me to cancel your appointments for the rest of the day?”

      “You’re a doll,” her grandmother said while circling the desk.

      She was a teeny-tiny woman, Violet realized. Even with heels on her sandals, she was barely eye-level with Violet, who wasn’t all that tall herself.

      “Are you hungry, gorgeous?”

      “Starving,” she admitted.

      “Perfect.” Looping their arms together, her grandmother led Violet through the salon. Not toward the front door, but into the back. “I need to let Anthony and Damon know I’m cooking. I’ll never hear the end of it if I don’t, and one of them needs to give us a ride home.”

      Violet had no idea who Anthony and Damon were and honestly didn’t care. She had a chief dad, a doctor uncle and a really, really cool grandmother.

      Did it get any better?

      MEGAN WATCHED NIC TOSS his empty cup in the trash, recognizing their interview was over.

      “Ready to get Violet?” he asked.

      A no-brainer, but Megan nodded, determined to keep things moving as smoothly as possible. “I appreciate you picking me up and giving us a chance to talk privately.”

      He inclined his head and led her in the direction of the airport lockers. “We’ve got a lot to discuss.”

      She managed a smile at the understatement. “Once I collect Violet, I’ll start making arrangements for a place to stay while we’re in town.”

      “Your parents?”

      “No, a hotel, I think.” Her plate was brimming at the moment without heaping her parents on. She’d visit, of course, wouldn’t feel right about being in town and not seeing them. But only after she got things settled with Violet and Nic. So much was up in the air right now, and she didn’t have a clue what sort of working situation they’d come up with, couldn’t even begin to formulate a plan until she got a hold of her runaway. “Someplace central so it’s convenient to get around.”

      Violet would want to see and do everything, and that would likely start with spending time with her father. Megan wondered how much time Nic would make for her.

      “How long can you stay?” he asked.

      “As long as it takes,” she answered honestly. “I’m afraid I don’t have a clue what Violet has in mind. And it’s only fair to give you a chance to wrap your brain around this and figure out what you want, too.”

      He inclined his head, so solemn. “What about work and school?”

      “School won’t be too much of a problem. Violet takes several online classes, so they won’t be an issue. I’ll talk to the school about the rest. Her teachers will make her work available so she can keep up. And the timing isn’t so bad for work, either. I’m on the tail end of a project, so everyone’s trained and functioning independently. If anything comes up, I should be able to solve any problems long distance.”

      “Violet said you consulted for nonprofit organizations. She didn’t seem too clear on the details.”

      “Pretty much what it sounds like—I set up their organizational structures and help them get established and operational.”

      He fished a key from his pocket as they arrived at the lockers. Scanning the rows, he found what he was looking for on the bottom.

      Good girl, Megan thought. Violet had remembered to store her bag on the floor rather than at eye level or overhead where thieves were more inclined to break in. Nice to know her daughter paid attention sometimes.

      Nic opened the locker and slid out a duffel bag in a familiar shade of neon-green. “I thought you must have gotten a helluva deal on that suitcase, but I guess not. You actually chose this color.”

      “Custom made. We paid a fortune,” she admitted. “But we travel so much it makes life easier at baggage claim.” She reached for her own bag. “I can take—”

      Their fingers brushed as Nic reached for the handle at the same time. His warm fingertips connected with hers, a physical sensation. He jerked back as if shocked.

      “Sure. Go ahead. I’ll get this one.”

      He headed toward the terminal exit, leaving Megan flush with the knowledge that he was as whacked about being together as she was. He had seemed like a stranger with his law enforcement poker face that concealed so much more than it revealed. But now she knew.

      Seeing her was rattling him.

      And she felt bad. Nic hadn’t caused this awkwardness. The last choice he’d had any control over had been when Violet had been conceived. The rest was on her head.

      Following him in silence, she reasoned that the only thing she could do to ease the tension was buy this man some time to come to terms with all these changes.

      He led her to an unmarked cruiser, stowed the gear in the backseat. Ever the gentleman, he held the door. Megan slipped in, and the silence stretched as he wheeled onto I-10 and headed toward town.

      “I left Violet with my mother at her shop,” Nic finally said, as if the silence had been getting to him, too.

      “She’s still doing hair?”

      He nodded. “At her own place. Not the house.”

      “Good for her,” she said. “She make out okay with Katrina?”

      He shrugged. “Better than some—the damage was mostly on the lower level. We managed to keep her out of a FEMA trailer while СКАЧАТЬ