Maggie frowned as she struggled to locate a bank of memories she likely hadn’t considered in years. “I’m not sure. Joey?”

Joey. JoEllen. Cody tried to keep his face from giving away what he was thinking.

He failed. Maggie straightened and narrowed her gaze. “You got your father’s poker face too.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you don’t have one.”

Cody sighed. “I’m not trying to point any fingers or anything. It’s just that I don’t know anyone else who ever called him Danny.”

The old lady’s brows pulled into a straight, bushy line. “Warren called him Danny sometimes. Even I called him that once in a while.”

It sounded like she was reaching.

“Look, Maggie, do you think there might’ve been something going on between my dad and Lou’s mom?”

“What?”

Cody spun in the direction of Louisa’s voice and found her standing in the doorway holding a grocery bag, a horrified look on her face.

“Louisa?” Cody stood.

“What are you talking about?”

Great. This was exactly what he was trying to avoid. He rubbed his temples.

“I knew you weren’t dropping this.” She stormed into the room and set the bag on the coffee table with a thud. “You said you were going to drop it, but I knew you wouldn’t. You just didn’t want my help.”

“Well, can you blame me, Lou?” His words came out a little louder than he wanted them to, but this woman was maddening. Didn’t she realize he was trying to spare her from whatever he might find?

“I’m a big girl, Cody. I can handle it.”

He stuck his hands on his hips and studied her. For several minutes they stood there, engaged in a standoff he knew he would lose. Louisa might’ve changed over the years, but she was still as stubborn as ever.

“Stop it, you two,” Maggie said. “Cody, I think you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“I’ll say.” Louisa huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

Cody turned a circle, wishing he had dropped it.

“Why would you even ask a question like that?” Louisa asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Cody said.

“Obviously it does.” She glared at him.

He drew in a breath. No way he was getting out of here without telling her what thought kept troubling him. Might as well get it over with. Might as well pour salt in the wound.

“Your mom is the only person I know of who ever called my dad Danny.”

“Your mom called him that,” Louisa said.