A Lawman for Christmas. Marie Ferrarella
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even spend half a second wondering? “Mom, you’ve got to be the world’s greatest mother. You know that.”
“What I might know and what the baby thinks are two very different things.” Kate closed her eyes, momentarily slipping back into the past. “Remember when you packed up your storybooks and made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, determined to run away from home because you were so angry at me?”
Kelsey had forgotten all about that until just now. The memory evoked a nostalgic laugh.
“I remember,” she said with feeling. “You took Trevor’s side against mine.” She recalled how hurt she’d felt. Running away had been her only way to retaliate. She was convinced her mother would come searching for her, tears streaming down her face. After a sufficient amount of time, she would have forgiven her mother’s transgression and returned.
God, had she ever been that young? Kelsey wondered.
“I mediated, I didn’t take sides,” Kate corrected. “And you were a little bully,” she added with great affection. “You kept hitting him because you knew he wouldn’t hit you back.”
Kelsey shook her head. If anyone should have run away from home, it was her mother. “How did you put up with all that?”
The answer was simple. “Love makes everything easier to deal with.”
“I guess,” Kelsey murmured.
She’d never had that in her own life. Oh, she loved her parents and her brothers dearly, and she was even getting there with her new sisters-in-law. But as far as eventually having her own life partner, someone who would be there at her side until the end of time, Kelsey sincerely doubted that would ever happen.
At the moment, she was still working on trying to be okay with that scenario. So far she wasn’t having all that much luck. But eventually, she’d get used to it, she promised herself.
Kate took a deep breath as Kelsey pulled the car up into the driveway. In a way, she was mentally bracing herself for what lay ahead. She turned to her daughter. “I’m counting on you to be there for me when I tell your father about the baby, you know.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Kelsey assured her, turning off the ignition. “I’ll bring the smelling salts.” She saw her mother looking at her, arching one very expressive eyebrow. “You’ve got to admit this is going to hit him like a bombshell.”
“Not a bombshell,” Kate protested, softening the description. “Maybe a little like getting caught in an unexpected summer downpour.”
“If you say so. Hey, wait, let me help you,” Kelsey cried as her mother opened the passenger door and began to get out.
“Kelsey, I’m perfectly able to—”
Her mother didn’t get a chance to finish. Morgan had pulled his car up behind them and was now at the passenger side of Kelsey’s vehicle. Placing his hand beneath her elbow, he was gently helping Kate out of the vehicle.
Kate smiled her gratitude as she gained her feet. “Thank you, Morgan.”
“My pleasure, Kate.”
He said it as if he meant it. What was the man’s angle? Kelsey couldn’t help wondering. Why was he being so accommodating?
“Once you’re settled in,” Morgan continued, “your daughter and I will get your car.”
“You don’t have to do this,” Kelsey protested. She couldn’t ask her brothers for help, but there were other people she could summon. “I’ve got friends I can call—”
“I’m sure you do,” he said, cutting her off. “But I like seeing things through. It won’t take long,” he promised, addressing Kate again. “Besides, I’ll be off duty soon.”
Kelsey eyed him a little uncertainly. “I don’t know much about being a cop,” Kelsey admitted, “but don’t you have to sign out or something?”
“Don’t worry about ‘or something,’” he told her. “I’ve got it covered. For all intents and purposes, I’m all yours.”
Kelsey was about to quip “Lucky me” but stopped herself at the last minute when she realized that Morgan was no longer talking to her. Her mother was the recipient of the “I’m all yours” comment.
“This is all very nice of you,” Kate protested, “but don’t you have something else you should be doing?”
Morgan shook his head. “Not at the moment. This all comes under the heading of ‘protect and serve.’” He slanted a look in her direction.
The man was obviously anxious to get going, Kelsey surmised. “Do you need anything before we go, Mom? Maybe you should lie down. I can take you up—”
Kate placed her hands on her daughter’s shoulders. “I’m pregnant, Kelsey, not fragile. I’ll be fine, trust me.” Dropping her hands, Kate fished out a set of keys from her purse and held them out to her. “Here, you’ll be needing these.”
Kelsey merely smiled and accepted the keys. This wasn’t the time to tell her mother that she knew how to hotwire a car, having learned how from one of the boys she’d dated while in high school. A boy who, once her brothers got wind of him and his reputation, never showed up at the house again. When it came to outsiders, her brothers had been fiercely protective of her. They still were.
“I’ll be back soon, Mom,” she promised, brushing a kiss against her mother’s cheek.
“Don’t forget, Kelsey, you’re having dinner here tonight,” Kate reminded her.
“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away,” Kelsey promised.
Kate turned toward the departing policeman. “You’re invited, too, Morgan.”
Kelsey stared at her mother, speechless.
The invitation took Morgan by surprise, as well. It was a couple of moments before he found his tongue. “Thanks, but I’ve got plans.”
He hadn’t, but in his judgment, this evening would be tough enough for the woman without making her husband share it with some total stranger.
Kate inclined her head, accepting his answer. “Some other time then, perhaps.”
“Some other time,” he echoed.
Morgan understood the worth of a line like that. It might have actually been uttered in the belief that “some other time” would happen, but he knew it wouldn’t. The woman’s gratitude, which had prompted her to tender the invitation in the first place, would quickly fade as she returned to her routine and the need to make the invitation a reality would fade along with it.
Still, it was a nice gesture, Morgan thought, following the attractive woman’s equally attractive daughter outside.
“She’s a nice woman, your mother,” Morgan said, finally breaking the silence that had followed them into his squad car. The silence had spilled out throughout the vehicle and accompanied them for the first five minutes of the trip. It threatened to continue indefinitely.
“She is,” Kelsey agreed. “Mom is one of a kind.” She shifted in her seat, curious. “How long were you following her?”
Morgan glanced at her before looking back at the road. “Excuse me?”
“You said you saw her weaving erratically in the lane. How long were you following her? A minute? Two? Three?”
Morgan shrugged. “A minute, maybe two. I turned on Harvard where it intersected University Drive. Your mother had just driven by.”
“And when you turned on your siren, she crashed into the bushes?” Kelsey asked.
Morgan knew where the young woman was going with this. She probably thought that his following her mother had made her nervous