Her Unlikely Family. Missy Tippens
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Название: Her Unlikely Family
Автор: Missy Tippens
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired
isbn: 9781408964453
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“Great. Now I’m stuck here. I was invited to a gallery opening tonight up at the craft school.”
“This is serious, Lisa. I really should tell him you’re here. He must be worried sick.”
“Please, please, pleeease don’t. I guarantee you he’s not worried. He’d rather be off counting his money right now.”
Josie spun her Mickey Mouse watch around—7:00 p.m. “I want you to tell me the truth about your uncle. He didn’t seem like the monster you’ve painted him to be. He came all the way from Charleston looking for you, after all.”
“I told you before. He doesn’t want me. He shipped me off to boarding school a year ago, only a week after my mom died.”
“Well, maybe he thinks that’s best. The school has a really good reputation.”
Lisa’s eyes brightened, and she blinked away tears. “He doesn’t want me, okay? I heard him tell my grandmother the day after the funeral.”
Josie wanted to shake the man. “Does he call you or visit?”
“He always cancels. He’s too busy. And I hate that place.”
A sixteen-year-old girl whose mother had just died shouldn’t be shipped off to boarding school. She should be with her family. And Josie knew all too well about craving attention from family.
“What’s your uncle like? Not as a parent. As a person.”
Lisa rolled her eyes. “He’s always on the straight and narrow. Churchgoing. Law-abiding. Serious.” She thought for a second. “He, like, owns the bank. He’s worked there since he was five or something.”
“Sounds like a good role model to me.”
“You promised me, Josie.” She backed away, as if heading for the door. “If you tell him, I’m out of here. ’Cause he’ll send me right back to that horrible place and all those snobby kids who won’t have anything to do with me.”
“And you’ve told him how they exclude you?”
“I think I mentioned it.”
“You think?”
“I did tell him about the three girls on my floor who’ve spread lies about me. But he didn’t believe me, because he knows their parents really well.”
Well, that decided it. Josie wasn’t about to turn the girl over to an uncle who would deny a problem and pack her off to school with kids who mistreated her.
Then again, she probably shouldn’t take Lisa’s word for it. Josie would stall answering his questions about Lisa’s whereabouts until she could find out for herself what kind of guardian he was.
A serious, law-abiding banker, huh? He would be as easy to read as Bud’s menu.
Michael finished the last bite of his sandwich and had to admit the chicken was tender and spiced to perfection. However, after the exhausting day he’d spent driving without stopping to eat, anything would have tasted good.
The waitress with Josie printed on her name tag jangled as she hurried toward his table, waving a slip of paper. “I’ve got your check right here.”
She certainly was trying to rush him out the door.
He wasn’t budging. “I think I’d like some dessert. What’s the chef making today?”
The woman snorted a laugh. “Chef? If Bud over there is a chef, I’ll eat my orthopedic shoes.”
He glanced down at the old-lady shoes, which suited her personality about as well as a tiara on her head would. “Believe me, Josie, I had already deduced he wasn’t trained at Le Cordon Bleu.”
She smiled, but the tilt of her brows made her seem confused. She touched her name tag. “You know my name. What’s yours?”
“Michael Throckmorton.”
“Well, you’re a funny man, Mike.”
“It’s Michael. I’ve never been called Mike.”
“But Michael sounds so stuffy.”
“Maybe I am stuffy. Now, what’s on the dessert menu today?”
With a mischievous gleam in her eye, she parked one hip on the edge of his table, leg swinging, and pointed to the far wall. “The dessert menu’s on that chalkboard. Same today as yesterday and every day for the past year or so. Pecan pie, apple pie or chocolate cake?”
“Make it apple, with black coffee.”
“I figured you for an apple-pie man. Coming right up.”
Now what was that supposed to mean? “Would you please ask Bud to come take a look at this picture of Lisa when he gets a moment?”
“He’s real busy. But I’ll try.” She shoved her pencil, not behind her ear this time, but into her bird’s nest of a hairdo, then moved to wait on another table where she flirted with two men in dirty work clothes.
In observing her at a distance, he decided that somehow, miraculously, she equaled a whole lot more than the sum of her parts. Extreme jewelry, plus funky hair and rubber-soled shoes equaled…attractive waitress.
How could that possibly be?
When Josie returned with Michael’s pie and coffee, she slid into the booth across from him. She blew a pink bubble, then popped it with a loud snap. “So, tell me about you and your niece. Are you helping her parents search for her?”
He lifted Lisa’s photograph and stared at the innocent, trusting smile. A smile that used to come so easily before her mother’s drinking had gotten out of hand.
“My sister, Patricia, was a single mom. She died in a car accident a year ago.”
“Oh, no. Don’t tell me it was a drunk driver.”
“Yes. Her.” Way to go, Throckmorton. Tell her your life history, why don’t you?
His unintentional revelation was greeted with silence. And a pitying look—which he detested.
“Anyway, she specified in her will that I be named guardian,” he added.
“Why’d she pick you?”
He bristled. “Why not me?”
“Well, you appear to be single.” She waggled her left ring finger. “No ring.”
Yes, he was single. Definitely single since Gloria had dumped him. “An unmarried man can be a suitable guardian.”
“I didn’t say you were unsuitable. I’m just wondering why she chose you.”
Josie was acting a little too interested. СКАЧАТЬ