Sierra's Homecoming. Linda Lael Miller
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in San Antonio?”
“Mom and I would love that,” Meg said, “but Sierra needs…distance. Time to get used to us.”
“Time to get used to two McKettrick women. So we’re talking, say, the year 2050, give or take a decade?”
“Very funny. Sierra is a McKettrick woman, remember? She’s up to the challenge.”
“She is definitely a McKettrick,” Travis agreed ruefully. And very definitely a woman. “How did you find her?”
“Mom tracked her and Hank down when Sierra was little,” Meg answered.
Travis dropped on to the edge of his bed, which was unmade. The sheets were getting musty, and every night, the pizza crumbs rubbed his hide raw. One of these days he was going to haul off and change them.
“‘Tracked her down’?”
“Yes,” Meg said, with a sigh. “I guess I didn’t tell you about that part.”
“I guess you didn’t.” Travis had known about the kidnapping, how Sierra’s father had taken off with her the day the divorce papers were served, and that the two of them had ended up in Mexico. “Eve knew, and she still didn’t lift a finger to get her own daughter back?”
“Mom had her reasons,” Meg answered, withdrawing a little.
“Oh, well, then,” Travis retorted, “that clears everything up. What reason could she possibly have?”
“It’s not my place to say, Trav,” Meg told him sadly. “Mom and Sierra have to work it all through first, and it might be a while before Sierra’s ready to listen.”
Travis sighed, shoved a hand through his hair. “You’re right,” he conceded.
Meg brightened again, but there was a brittleness about her that revealed more than she probably wanted Travis to know, close as they were. “So,” she said, “what would you say Mom’s chances are? Of reconnecting with Sierra, I mean?”
“The truth?”
“The truth,” Meg said, without enthusiasm.
“Zero to zip. Sierra’s been pleasant enough to me, but she’s as stubborn as any McKettrick that ever drew breath, and that’s saying something.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You said you wanted the truth.”
“How can you be so sure Mom won’t be able to get through to her?”
“It’s just a hunch,” Travis said.
Meg was quiet. Travis was famous for his hunches. Too bad he hadn’t paid attention to the one that said his little brother was in big trouble, and that Travis ought to drop everything and look for Brody until he found him.
“Look, maybe I’m wrong,” he added.
“What’s your real impression of Sierra, Travis?”
He took his time answering. “She’s independent to a fault. She’s built a wall around herself and the kid, and she’s not about to let anybody get too close. She’s jumpy, too. If it wasn’t for Liam, and the fact that she probably doesn’t have two nickels to rub together, she definitely wouldn’t be on the Triple M.”
“Damn,” Meg said. “We knew she was poor, but—”
“Her car gave out in the driveway as soon as she pulled in. I took a peek under the hood, and believe me, the best mechanic on the planet couldn’t resurrect that heap.”
“She can drive my Blazer.”
“That might take some convincing on your part. This is not a woman who wants to be obliged. It’s probably all she can do not to grab the kid and hop on the next bus to nowhere.”
“This is depressing,” Meg said.
Travis got up off the bed, peeled back the plastic covering his dinner, and poked warily at the faux meat with the tip of one finger. Talk about depressing.
“Hey,” he said. “Look on the bright side. She’s here, isn’t she? She’s on the Triple M. It’s a start.”
“Take care of her, Travis.”
“As if she’d go along with that.”
“Do it for me.”
“Oh, please.”
Meg paused, took aim, and scored a bull’s-eye. “Then do it for Liam.”
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