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all week like you just lost your best friend.” Then she
frowned. “One of your friends didn’t die, did they?”
“No, nothing like that,” Sam said quickly before Meg
reached over and grabbed her in an unsolicited bear hug. “I guess I’ve just
been in…low spirits, that’s all.” As soon as the words were out, Sam realized
her mistake. She’d given Meg the perfect opening to play mother hen.
And her stepmother did not hesitate to take the
opportunity she’d been handed on a platter. “Oh, sweetie, what’s the matter?”
With her stout arm she pushed the invoices to one side and the ledger paper to
the other, clearing her desk as if preparing for a consultation with a client.
The woman should have taken up psychology as a profession, the way she loved to
listen to people’s woes and give advice. “Tell Meg all about it,” she crooned.
Sam sighed but she only shook her head. She wished
she could share her dilemma with someone but she hadn’t told a soul, not even
her mother, and she was not about to spill her guts to Meg. That was one sure
way for a full and detailed report to get back to her father.
“So are you going to tell me or not?” Meg’s mouth was
set in the beginning of a pout. She hated to be denied some juicy tidbit of
information.
“Not.” Sam was not about to entertain her.
“Fine,” she said and settled back in her chair to
stare over at Sam. She crossed her arms then gave a smug smile. “You don’t
need to say a thing. I know exactly what your problem is.”
“Oh, really.” Sam rolled her eyes. Meg didn’t know a
thing about her private life. She swiveled her chair and turned back to the
computer screen. She might as well finish up her research on color palettes
and then get out of there before her dad came back to the front office. He’d
been known to gang up with Meg to try to influence her to do things against her
will. Like talk. Well, not this time.
“It’s that man, isn’t it? That Jake McKoy fellow.”
Sam froze, her fingers hovering over the keyboard,
then she turned to Meg. “How…” she bit her lip. She didn’t want to say
anything to tip Meg off. Her stepmother could easily have guessed it had
something to do with Jake. She’d known Sam had been out there several times
for the decorating job but how had she known his name? She hadn’t written his
full name on the work order, only J. McKoy. And then she remembered – his
check. His signature had looked like chicken scratch but his name had been
printed at the top, big and bold. Meg must have read his name from that.
Then Sam relaxed. What was she so uptight about?
There was no way Meg could connect Jake to McKoy, the world renowned author.
There was absolutely nothing to worry about.
Meg chuckled. “How, she asked. How did I know that
your long face was because of him?” She tapped her temple with her finger.
“Meg knows these things, Sam. You’re looking at a woman with a lot of
experience in the world. And that’s how I know what your real problem is.”
She paused as if to create suspense. Then, beaming with confidence, she said,
“You really like the guy but he can’t make up his mind who he likes more – you
or his dead wife.”
Sam almost fell out of her chair. How in the world had
Meg guessed all that?
“Oh, don’t look so stricken.” Meg waved a hand at
her. “It’s all over town that this eligible bachelor is living all by his
lonesome self with a face so pale and drawn it can only mean he's grieving.
He’s been into town a couple of times, the bank and such the like, and the old
gossips say he never smiles.”
Well, so much for keeping things secret. Jake would be
disappointed to know he was already the topic of conversation in town and those
old girls were experts at digging up information. The FBI had nothing on them.
The only consolation was that they had no idea who
frowned. “One of your friends didn’t die, did they?”
“No, nothing like that,” Sam said quickly before Meg
reached over and grabbed her in an unsolicited bear hug. “I guess I’ve just
been in…low spirits, that’s all.” As soon as the words were out, Sam realized
her mistake. She’d given Meg the perfect opening to play mother hen.
And her stepmother did not hesitate to take the
opportunity she’d been handed on a platter. “Oh, sweetie, what’s the matter?”
With her stout arm she pushed the invoices to one side and the ledger paper to
the other, clearing her desk as if preparing for a consultation with a client.
The woman should have taken up psychology as a profession, the way she loved to
listen to people’s woes and give advice. “Tell Meg all about it,” she crooned.
Sam sighed but she only shook her head. She wished
she could share her dilemma with someone but she hadn’t told a soul, not even
her mother, and she was not about to spill her guts to Meg. That was one sure
way for a full and detailed report to get back to her father.
“So are you going to tell me or not?” Meg’s mouth was
set in the beginning of a pout. She hated to be denied some juicy tidbit of
information.
“Not.” Sam was not about to entertain her.
“Fine,” she said and settled back in her chair to
stare over at Sam. She crossed her arms then gave a smug smile. “You don’t
need to say a thing. I know exactly what your problem is.”
“Oh, really.” Sam rolled her eyes. Meg didn’t know a
thing about her private life. She swiveled her chair and turned back to the
computer screen. She might as well finish up her research on color palettes
and then get out of there before her dad came back to the front office. He’d
been known to gang up with Meg to try to influence her to do things against her
will. Like talk. Well, not this time.
“It’s that man, isn’t it? That Jake McKoy fellow.”
Sam froze, her fingers hovering over the keyboard,
then she turned to Meg. “How…” she bit her lip. She didn’t want to say
anything to tip Meg off. Her stepmother could easily have guessed it had
something to do with Jake. She’d known Sam had been out there several times
for the decorating job but how had she known his name? She hadn’t written his
full name on the work order, only J. McKoy. And then she remembered – his
check. His signature had looked like chicken scratch but his name had been
printed at the top, big and bold. Meg must have read his name from that.
Then Sam relaxed. What was she so uptight about?
There was no way Meg could connect Jake to McKoy, the world renowned author.
There was absolutely nothing to worry about.
Meg chuckled. “How, she asked. How did I know that
your long face was because of him?” She tapped her temple with her finger.
“Meg knows these things, Sam. You’re looking at a woman with a lot of
experience in the world. And that’s how I know what your real problem is.”
She paused as if to create suspense. Then, beaming with confidence, she said,
“You really like the guy but he can’t make up his mind who he likes more – you
or his dead wife.”
Sam almost fell out of her chair. How in the world had
Meg guessed all that?
“Oh, don’t look so stricken.” Meg waved a hand at
her. “It’s all over town that this eligible bachelor is living all by his
lonesome self with a face so pale and drawn it can only mean he's grieving.
He’s been into town a couple of times, the bank and such the like, and the old
gossips say he never smiles.”
Well, so much for keeping things secret. Jake would be
disappointed to know he was already the topic of conversation in town and those
old girls were experts at digging up information. The FBI had nothing on them.
The only consolation was that they had no idea who
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