“Where the hell has she been living?”
“She's been kind of leading a secret life.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Hang on to that question. I think she might have brought the gun to threaten him, and then things escalated from there when he wouldn't give her what she wanted.”
“What the hell would she want from him?” This was so confusing.
“She told you that in the cemetery. Look.” He pointed down the hall.
“Maggie? What are you doing here? And . . . and who is this?” she asked of the little girl holding Maggie's hand. It took a few seconds for it to register, but this was the girl from the trailer park . . . the one living in her old trailer. “Leah?”
“Are you my sister?” Leah asked.
Shannon glanced between Maggie and Noah, both smiling at her. Then she saw the tiny upturned face that waited patiently for an answer. Shannon bent down on one knee, better to see the eyes looking up at her: her eyes. “Yes, I guess I am.”
The child threw herself onto Shannon, nearly knocking her on her ass. After getting her footing she wrapped her arms around her sister. Her questions could wait; for now she had a little girl to take care of. She looked up at Noah and mouthed
thank you
, not doubting for one second that he'd been the one to find Leah.
The lying, cheating pig who'd called himself her father had finally done something right for once in his miserable life. JJ had not only reunited her with the love of her life but given her a sister.
* * *
“Maggie,” Mrs. P exclaimed, giving her a hug. “I happy to see you. And who is this?” she asked of the little girl clutching Shannon's hand.
“This is Ceciliaâ”
“Leah,” the child corrected. “Cecilia is for old people.”
“Sorry,” Shannon said, biting back a grin. “This is Leah, my sister.”
“Oh?”
She couldn't blame Mrs. P's confusion when she herself felt the same. “I'll explain later.” After it was explained to her.
“Well,
Leah
, you like cake?”
“What kind of cake?” she asked, her face lighting up the way kids did when you offered them sweets.
“Come,” Mrs. P extended her hand, “let us see. And if I no have what you like, we make.”
“I'm not allowed to touch the stove.”
“Good, good,” she said, drawing her toward the kitchen. “But I with you. I watch.”
Shannon had to smile, remembering the day she'd been taught to bake a cake. The kid was in for a whole lot of fun. “Why don't we step out onto the porch where little ears can't hear?”
Maggie and Christian had taken the earliest flight available after Noah had called and told them about Shannon's mother. Having her best friend here when she was united with her sister made it all the more special.
“So,” Shannon said to Noah, “I know there's more to this than one of the neighbors figuring out my mother didn't go home last night.”
“Actually” Noah said, “it all came together at once. The local sheriff got a call from a guy claiming he was watching Leah but was worried something had happened to your mother because she hadn't been acting herself lately. Damon had flown out to the schools to show them a picture of Shelley Albinson. They'd never seen her, but both recalled Cecilia talking to a woman outside the school.”
“Leah,” Maggie corrected. “A stranger talks to a kid and no one thinks anything of it? In this day and age, really?”
“Oh, no, they warned Cecilia about talking to strangers, but both times she denied doing it. They just assumed she didn't want to get in trouble. But each school gave similar descriptions of the woman: blonde with striking blue eyes. Clue number one. That got me thinking. So I called Christian. Shelley was adamant she didn't know who Cecilia's mother was. But she'd been with JJ for a long time. And was he really protecting the kid from her mother?”
“Did you guys ever establish why she shot him?” Christian asked, sitting on the porch swing and patting the spot next to him for Maggie.
“Turns out she didn't shoot him over some lover's spat. He was threatening to tell Santos she was helping herself to more than her paycheck.”
“Ah, self-defense,” Christian said.
“How is that self-defense?” Maggie asked, taking a seat next to her husband.
“Her life or his. Santos would have killed her. I'm guessing JJ hadn't figured she was desperate enough to take him out of the equation.”
Maggie groaned. “Please stop swinging.” She clutched her stomach, turning green. “I forgot how much I hate these things.”
“Sorry, darling.” Christian rubbed her back.
“Shelley may have landed a rich husband, but she used to work at a county hospital. Care to guess which one?” Noah asked.
“Of course,” Maggie said.
Either Shannon was too tired or too overwhelmed to clue in.
“When your mom had that breakdown,” Maggie explained, “remember, she went off her meds for no reason. She must have been pregnant.” Shannon could see Maggie doing the math in her head. “Makes sense. Then Shelley helped JJ cover it up. She would have had access to medical records, and with JJ's or her connections
they
probably had help from someone at the county offices. That's why she wouldn't admit to knowing who Leah's mother was. She didn't want to add more charges to the list.”
“So he was trying to keep Leah away from my mom. Why? Because she was an unfit mother? That
doesn't
make sense. JJ giving a shit? I mean, if he did care for Leah, great, but what the hell happened to make him change?”
“Nothing.” Noah withdrew a paper from his back pocket and handed it to her. “This was his reason for keeping that little girl away from her mother.”
“What is it?” She opened the paper. It was a photocopy of a partial will.
“On their seventeenth birthday, any children of one Emma Lewis shall inherit the sum total ofâoh my God.” Shannon was speechless. “Is this a joke?”
“Nope,” Christian said, standing to his feet and taking Maggie with him. “You're still green, darling. Let's say we stand.”
“You never knew anything about your grandparents?” Noah asked.
“No. JJ's died when I was little and my mom's disowned her when she hooked up with JJ. Is this their will?”
“As far as we can tell, they knew about you but didn't want JJ to get his hands on their money. They'd arranged for a lawyer to show up and tell you on your seventeenth birthday, but you disappeared.”
“My mom never said anything about them having money.”
“She was a kid herself when she left home,” Christian said. “She might not have understood exactly how rich they were. They didn't appear to be the flashy type; heavy into their church but not much for society stuff.”
“So the slimy son of a bitch was trying to cash in with Leah.” She knew JJ didn't have it in him to be a good father.
“Can I see?” Maggie said, extending a hand for the paper.
Shannon passed it to her, still a little shell-shocked by the whole thing.
“Wow,” Maggie exclaimed, “this makes you as rich as me. I guess my little gift isn't going to matter much.”
“What gift?” Shannon asked.
“It's in the car.”
“I'll get it.” Christian gave Maggie a concerned once-over. “Why don't you guys go back in the house?”
Inside, Leah was still in the kitchen with Mrs. P. The pair stood over a brand-new KitchenAid stand blender and watched as it mixed batter, while Mrs. P explained something to her.
How in the hell had she gone from being an independent lawyer with no commitments and no responsibilities other than to her clients to having the most amazing relationship ever and a mother to her baby sister?
She took a seat next to Maggie, who was now starting to worry Shannon. Christian came in and handed Shannon a wrapped box. “Is it going to explode?”
“It's from Maggie,” he said, as if, if it were from
him
, it might very well go bang.
“So is that a no?”
“Just open it,” Maggie said.
She glanced at Noah, to see if he knew what it was. He didn't. She unwrapped it to find a ginormous cookbook covered in cellophane. It was hers, the one in her condo. “You're giving me my cookbook?”
“No, silly. Noah?” Maggie stood and motioned for Noah to sit beside Shannon. Then she herself sat with Christian on the opposite couch. “I thought you might like to do this together.” She pointed to the book. “Plus, I don't want Leah to get food poisoning when you cook your first meal in whatever kitchen you two decide to call home.”
Noah, rightly so, looked confused, but Shannon laughed. “Maggie, you're a dumbass.”
“Hey, just looking out for the kid.” She leaned forward, took one of Noah's hands, and placed it on the cookbook, then did the same to Shannon's.
“Christian and I will go see what those two are doing in the kitchen.”
And then they were alone. Shannon had to smile. “Maggie bought me this book right after I graduated law school,” she explained. “But I never opened it. It's a signed first edition of
Mastering the Art of French Cooking
.”
“You didn't want to wreck it?”
“That's not it. You see, I have this amazing kitchen but never use it.”
“You eat out a lot,” he said, thinking he'd understood her meaning.
“No, I mean, yes, but that's not it either.” She set the cookbook down on the coffee table, separating their hands. “My kitchen is everything a home cook could want, and yet I haven't used one pot. I make coffee and drinks, but that's it.”
He shot a look at the book, then back at her. “You don't like to cook? Not everyone does.”
“No, I cook, just not in my kitchen.”
“Why?” he asked with a quirky grin.
He was going to think she was nuts, and maybe she was. “Because my kitchen was a symbol of everything I didn't deserve.”
He was silent for a moment, then said, “Sounds more like a reminder.”
“I guess,” she agreed.
“And now?”
“Now I have this little girl who needs me and it scares the shit out of me. There's no room in my life for a pity party. But what do I know about being a mother?”
“What does anyone know? Besides,” he kissed her cheek, “you have Mrs. P and me to help you.”
“You're okay with this?” They'd barely worked out their own issues and now found themselves with a child in the mix.
“Why wouldn't I be?”
“Duh, kid.”
“What? You think I'd change my mind about wanting to be with you over one little girl? I don't have a problem with kids. I love kids. And if you just got off your high horse and admitted you loved me, we could get married and work on giving Leah a niece.” He waggled his eyebrows.
As funny as that was, this wasn't a joke. “This is serious. It's not just my baggage anymore. I have a carry-on now.”
He pressed his mouth softly over hers. She'd never get enough of his kisses.
“I love you, Shannon. Baggage and all.”
“You mean that, don't you?” How many men would be this accepting?
“I never stopped meaning it.”
Did he really understand? “Noah, when it was just me, commuting between our two cities wasn't that big a deal. I can't do that with Leah.”
“I know. So I'll have to fly out more. I'm okay with that. And when she's not in school, you and she can come here. Then, when you decide you want me in your life full-time, I'll put in for that transfer.”
“When
I
decide?”
“I don't care where we live, Shannon. Haven't you figured that out by now?”
“That's good,” she said and took a deep breath. “Because Mrs. P would kill me if I left with Mini-Me over there.” She nodded toward the kitchen and the now-screeching seven-year-old nailing Christian with icing. Shannon loved that kid.
“Are you sure?” he asked, understanding her meaning. “Maybe you want to think about it more?”
That fact that he was concerned with her decision might make another woman question his love for her. Not Shannon. He understood the importance of being able to make the right choices for her, but this wasn't just about her life anymore. And she was okay with that.
“I hated this town, but I think I saw it through the eyes of a girl who was embarrassed by her parents and ashamed of herself. I look back at it now and remember your parents liked me. Maggie's mom never saw me as âthat kid,' and the Polanskis . . . they were the family I never had. As much as I'll miss my life in Vegas, it's not a life I can raise Leah in. After what JJ did to her, she deserves someone to come home to. And I deserve a man who wants to make me that home.”
And in his emerald eyes she saw itâthe reflection of her love for him. When she said it there would be no turning back, there would be no buts. She didn't have to run anymore. How ironic that she would be back in this town, repeating the words to the only man she'd ever said them to. “I love you.”
“Finally,” Noah said, tossing his head back. He picked up the cookbook and placed it on her lap. “Ready?”
“Wait.” She took his hand and put it on the book and, together, they ripped off the cellophane.