Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Other Books by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
Kevin’s eyes took on a speculative gleam. “So did they evacuate the school?”
Molly nodded.
“How many fire trucks?”
“My God …” Phoebe muttered. “It was a serious offense.”
“It’s a Class Two felony,” Molly said glumly, “so it got fairly nasty.”
“I’ll bet.” Kevin turned back to the Calebows. “Fascinating as this is—and I’ll admit it’s pretty fascinating—I don’t think that’s what you want to talk about.”
“This isn’t a big deal!” Molly exclaimed. “Two weeks ago Kevin showed up at my place because I’d missed an appointment with the attorney. I hadn’t been feeling well, and he decided some fresh air would do me good, so he brought me up here.”
When Phoebe wanted to, she did sarcasm better than anyone. “You couldn’t just take her for a walk?”
“Didn’t think of it.” Unlike Phoebe, Kevin wasn’t going to tell Molly’s secrets.
But Molly had to be truthful about this part. “I’ve been seriously depressed, but I didn’t want you to know how bad it was. Kevin’s a fairly dedicated do-gooder, even though he tries to fight it, and he told me if I didn’t go with him, he’d drive me out to your place and dump me on the two of you. I didn’t want you to see me like that.”
Phoebe looked crestfallen. “We’re your family! You shouldn’t have felt that way.”
“I’d already upset you enough. I’d been trying to pretend I was all right, but I just couldn’t do it any longer.”
“She wasn’t all right,” Kevin said. “But she’s gotten better since she’s been here.”
“How long are you planning to stay?” Dan’s expression was still suspicious.
“Not much longer,” Kevin replied. “Another couple of days.”
His words made Molly’s chest hurt.
“Do you remember Eddie Dillard?” Kevin went on. “He used to play for the Bears.”
“I remember him.”
“He wants to buy the place, and he’s driving up tomorrow to check it out.”
Molly’s stomach turned over. “You didn’t tell me that!”
“Didn’t I? I guess I was preoccupied.”
Preoccupied having sex with her. But there’d been plenty of time between their erotic workouts for him to have mentioned this.
“We can leave right after that,” he said. “I just talked to my business manager this afternoon, and he finally found someone in Chicago to take over for the rest of the summer, a married couple who’ve done this before.”