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focus here.” She touched Katie’s temple. “I wonder if that dramatic lipstick will draw attention away from your eyes. Don’t you have a color that would complement them without stealing the show?”
“She’s got a point. Your eyes are a knockout,” Christian put in.
“You have your mother’s eyes,” Danny said softly.
“I do?”
Danny nodded. “I’ve said so before, haven’t I?”
Sky held her breath, hoping Katie could hear the reverence in her father’s voice. Reaching inside her purse, Katie produced a round tin and opened the lid. The pungent smell of sweet cherries wafted past Sky’s nostrils. The gloss was clear with a hint of red tint.
“Oh, that’s the ticket,” Sky said.
Katie applied the gloss, and Christian let out a whistle. “Let’s go, gorgeous. If we keep Grams on ice any longer she might never thaw out.”
“Catch ya later.” Katie waved as she made her exit with her uncle Christian in tow.
Latching the door behind them, Danny turned back to Sky. “I suppose you think I should pick my battles. I realize black lipstick is a little thing—”
“Little things add up.” On impulse, she took his hand. “Didn’t you promise me a microwave dinner? I’m famished.” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d even felt hungry, but somehow her stomach had come back to life and was currently making its presence known with a chorus of not-so-ladylike growls.
Danny laughed. “Kitchen’s through here. Let’s feed that hungry wolf before it scares the neighbors.”
Hanging onto her hand, he led her into the kitchen. Pulling free, she covered her mouth and faked a cough. Danny scraped out a chair for her at a round mosaic table, and she watched as he removed a Tupperware container from the freezer and took out a family-size pie.
“I was expecting Swanson’s, maybe Marie Callendar’s if I got lucky, but not homemade. I’m impressed,” she said.
“Don’t be. Faith—that’s Grace’s sister—keeps my freezer stocked. Every Friday she brings over a new batch of meals, complete with heating instructions.”
“ Every Friday? That’s a lot of work.”
“You don’t know the half of it. Faith took a leave of absence from her psychiatry residency at Yale to help out with Katie while I was in the hospital.”
“She’s obviously special…and very devoted to you. When’s she going back?”
“Don’t know. She took a job part-time at the library. Says she wants to stick around a while just to make sure I don’t poison her favorite niece with my cooking.” Danny programmed the microwave and talked over the beeps. “Speaking of Katie, I gotta thank you for what you did with her just now. You don’t know how many rounds we’ve fought over that hellish black lipstick. I don’t know how you got through to her, but I’m grateful you did.”
“That wasn’t me. That was you.”
“How do you figure?”
“When you said she had her mother’s eyes.”
The corners of Danny’s mouth tugged into an irresistibly crooked grin. Then he pulled a chair away from the table and hunkered down across from her. When his knees bumped Sky’s, they both scooted back an inch.
Resting his elbows on the table, Danny said, “Before we feed the wolf, how ‘bout we have that talk.”
“This some kind of hard-core interrogation technique? Promise the witness pie and then starve her until she cracks?”
“Whatever it takes. Like I said, I’ve got questions, and I intend to get answers.”
Sky’s mouth had been salivating. It stopped. Her palms were moist, and her heart hammered in her chest just thinking about that day. Swallowing hard, she said, “I know I promised. And I would answer your questions if I thought it would make a difference. But the mayor said the case is closed. Can’t you be satisfied with that?”
“No. I can’t. Frankly, I don’t get how you can be either.”
“Because it’s over.” She wanted to forget, and she knew how selfish that was, but
“She’s got a point. Your eyes are a knockout,” Christian put in.
“You have your mother’s eyes,” Danny said softly.
“I do?”
Danny nodded. “I’ve said so before, haven’t I?”
Sky held her breath, hoping Katie could hear the reverence in her father’s voice. Reaching inside her purse, Katie produced a round tin and opened the lid. The pungent smell of sweet cherries wafted past Sky’s nostrils. The gloss was clear with a hint of red tint.
“Oh, that’s the ticket,” Sky said.
Katie applied the gloss, and Christian let out a whistle. “Let’s go, gorgeous. If we keep Grams on ice any longer she might never thaw out.”
“Catch ya later.” Katie waved as she made her exit with her uncle Christian in tow.
Latching the door behind them, Danny turned back to Sky. “I suppose you think I should pick my battles. I realize black lipstick is a little thing—”
“Little things add up.” On impulse, she took his hand. “Didn’t you promise me a microwave dinner? I’m famished.” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d even felt hungry, but somehow her stomach had come back to life and was currently making its presence known with a chorus of not-so-ladylike growls.
Danny laughed. “Kitchen’s through here. Let’s feed that hungry wolf before it scares the neighbors.”
Hanging onto her hand, he led her into the kitchen. Pulling free, she covered her mouth and faked a cough. Danny scraped out a chair for her at a round mosaic table, and she watched as he removed a Tupperware container from the freezer and took out a family-size pie.
“I was expecting Swanson’s, maybe Marie Callendar’s if I got lucky, but not homemade. I’m impressed,” she said.
“Don’t be. Faith—that’s Grace’s sister—keeps my freezer stocked. Every Friday she brings over a new batch of meals, complete with heating instructions.”
“ Every Friday? That’s a lot of work.”
“You don’t know the half of it. Faith took a leave of absence from her psychiatry residency at Yale to help out with Katie while I was in the hospital.”
“She’s obviously special…and very devoted to you. When’s she going back?”
“Don’t know. She took a job part-time at the library. Says she wants to stick around a while just to make sure I don’t poison her favorite niece with my cooking.” Danny programmed the microwave and talked over the beeps. “Speaking of Katie, I gotta thank you for what you did with her just now. You don’t know how many rounds we’ve fought over that hellish black lipstick. I don’t know how you got through to her, but I’m grateful you did.”
“That wasn’t me. That was you.”
“How do you figure?”
“When you said she had her mother’s eyes.”
The corners of Danny’s mouth tugged into an irresistibly crooked grin. Then he pulled a chair away from the table and hunkered down across from her. When his knees bumped Sky’s, they both scooted back an inch.
Resting his elbows on the table, Danny said, “Before we feed the wolf, how ‘bout we have that talk.”
“This some kind of hard-core interrogation technique? Promise the witness pie and then starve her until she cracks?”
“Whatever it takes. Like I said, I’ve got questions, and I intend to get answers.”
Sky’s mouth had been salivating. It stopped. Her palms were moist, and her heart hammered in her chest just thinking about that day. Swallowing hard, she said, “I know I promised. And I would answer your questions if I thought it would make a difference. But the mayor said the case is closed. Can’t you be satisfied with that?”
“No. I can’t. Frankly, I don’t get how you can be either.”
“Because it’s over.” She wanted to forget, and she knew how selfish that was, but
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