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Authors: Laura Browning
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both sides. Jake was getting to him, making him paranoid.
* * * *
Evan tucked the information he’d uncovered into an envelope and shoved it into his briefcase. He was breaking every ethical rule in the book, but by God, he would take this home for Jenny to see. He’d called in a few favors from former college classmates to get some of it, but the last fax arrived just a few minutes ago. From what he could see, there was plenty of reason for Mary Owens MacVie to warn Jenny about Thomas MacVie.
As he left his office, Wanda Sue Gardner, one of his paralegals, looked up and smiled. “Leaving early, aren’t you, sir?”
Just a year ago, he knew his staff would never have dared to comment on what time he left, but that was before Jenny came back into his life. He smiled. “Jenny wasn’t feeling too well today. These last few weeks are making her miserable.”
“Still waiting to be surprised?”
Evan grinned now. “Yes. Faith if it’s a girl. Peter if it’s a boy.”
Jenny’s BMW was parked on the square in front of the courthouse. He’d taken to driving it lately because she could no longer fit comfortably behind the wheel of the sports car. As he tossed his briefcase into the passenger seat, he saw Joe’s red Mustang. The pastor’s tawny hair glinted gold in the afternoon sunlight, but that wasn’t what attracted Evan’s attention. It was the laughing face and the dark hair of the woman next to him. Tabby.
He felt a surge of protectiveness toward her after what he’d pieced together of her past, and relief that she’d chosen someone as rock solid as Joe Taylor for a friend followed quickly. His eyes narrowed as Joe pulled up in front of Mercer’s and Evan watched the preacher offer Tabby a hand out of the low-slung car. He wondered if the two of them knew how they looked together. Already like a couple.
Evan slid behind the wheel, still smiling, and drove home. The Tahoe was where it sat when he’d left that morning, so it seemed reasonable to assume Jenny decided not to go into the clinic today. In recent weeks, she had begun to shift many of her patients to Dr. Razawi at the hospital. He’d agreed to cover for her, but Evan knew it would be only temporarily. The area was short on doctors. They needed Jenny as much as she needed them. She’d completed additional surgery work that meant she was often called on to help in the OR, especially with emergencies.
When Evan entered the house, he heard her in the kitchen. It never failed to make his breath catch a little when she smiled at him. He’d first fallen in love with her when they were fourteen years old. They’d dated all through high school until their fathers conspired to tear them apart. Evan shoved that back. That was behind them now.
Her father was long dead, and his father was on house arrest for the next two years for his part not only in what had happened thirteen years ago, but also an attempt on Jenny’s life last year. Evan hadn’t spoken to him since then and had no plans to begin any time soon. Evan had Jenny back, and to Evan that was the only thing that mattered.
He took her into his arms, his hands going automatically and protectively to her swollen belly. “How are you feeling?” he whispered into her ear.
“Uncomfortable, but better than this morning. How was your day?”
Evan set his briefcase on the table. “Productive. I have some information on Tabby and Thomas MacVie I think you should read.”
Jenny arched a delicate brow, and her golden eyes twinkled. “Well if Facebook’s to be believed, she’s already seduced the minister, bewitched the P.E. teacher at the elementary school, and has a cat some folks believe is her familiar.”
Evan paused in the act of opening his briefcase. “Oh for Christ’s sake! Has someone actually posted that kind of shit?”
“Not sure. You know I try to avoid looking at the town’s page, but it’s other places too.” Jenny held up her hand and began ticking off on her
* * * *
Evan tucked the information he’d uncovered into an envelope and shoved it into his briefcase. He was breaking every ethical rule in the book, but by God, he would take this home for Jenny to see. He’d called in a few favors from former college classmates to get some of it, but the last fax arrived just a few minutes ago. From what he could see, there was plenty of reason for Mary Owens MacVie to warn Jenny about Thomas MacVie.
As he left his office, Wanda Sue Gardner, one of his paralegals, looked up and smiled. “Leaving early, aren’t you, sir?”
Just a year ago, he knew his staff would never have dared to comment on what time he left, but that was before Jenny came back into his life. He smiled. “Jenny wasn’t feeling too well today. These last few weeks are making her miserable.”
“Still waiting to be surprised?”
Evan grinned now. “Yes. Faith if it’s a girl. Peter if it’s a boy.”
Jenny’s BMW was parked on the square in front of the courthouse. He’d taken to driving it lately because she could no longer fit comfortably behind the wheel of the sports car. As he tossed his briefcase into the passenger seat, he saw Joe’s red Mustang. The pastor’s tawny hair glinted gold in the afternoon sunlight, but that wasn’t what attracted Evan’s attention. It was the laughing face and the dark hair of the woman next to him. Tabby.
He felt a surge of protectiveness toward her after what he’d pieced together of her past, and relief that she’d chosen someone as rock solid as Joe Taylor for a friend followed quickly. His eyes narrowed as Joe pulled up in front of Mercer’s and Evan watched the preacher offer Tabby a hand out of the low-slung car. He wondered if the two of them knew how they looked together. Already like a couple.
Evan slid behind the wheel, still smiling, and drove home. The Tahoe was where it sat when he’d left that morning, so it seemed reasonable to assume Jenny decided not to go into the clinic today. In recent weeks, she had begun to shift many of her patients to Dr. Razawi at the hospital. He’d agreed to cover for her, but Evan knew it would be only temporarily. The area was short on doctors. They needed Jenny as much as she needed them. She’d completed additional surgery work that meant she was often called on to help in the OR, especially with emergencies.
When Evan entered the house, he heard her in the kitchen. It never failed to make his breath catch a little when she smiled at him. He’d first fallen in love with her when they were fourteen years old. They’d dated all through high school until their fathers conspired to tear them apart. Evan shoved that back. That was behind them now.
Her father was long dead, and his father was on house arrest for the next two years for his part not only in what had happened thirteen years ago, but also an attempt on Jenny’s life last year. Evan hadn’t spoken to him since then and had no plans to begin any time soon. Evan had Jenny back, and to Evan that was the only thing that mattered.
He took her into his arms, his hands going automatically and protectively to her swollen belly. “How are you feeling?” he whispered into her ear.
“Uncomfortable, but better than this morning. How was your day?”
Evan set his briefcase on the table. “Productive. I have some information on Tabby and Thomas MacVie I think you should read.”
Jenny arched a delicate brow, and her golden eyes twinkled. “Well if Facebook’s to be believed, she’s already seduced the minister, bewitched the P.E. teacher at the elementary school, and has a cat some folks believe is her familiar.”
Evan paused in the act of opening his briefcase. “Oh for Christ’s sake! Has someone actually posted that kind of shit?”
“Not sure. You know I try to avoid looking at the town’s page, but it’s other places too.” Jenny held up her hand and began ticking off on her
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