Page 39 of Not the Bodyguard's Widow
Kimberly came out of the bathroom, where she had practically run from the truck. “Wow, this place is amazing. I pictured something smaller when you said cottage. This is almost as big as Art House.”
“There are two suites on this floor. Abbie says the yellow one has a mattress like the one you like at Art House. She fell in love with hers months ago and is putting them in every property she has.”
Kimberly hid a yawn. “I don’t know how it is possible to be tired still or again. All I did on the drive over was sit and talk.”
Stress? Alex hated to add to it, but her phone conversation with her literary agent and lawyer were not as simple as he hoped. That Uncle Donovan had agreed to meet that afternoon wouldn’t help. Alex wondered how long he could wait to broach the subject. His phone rang. “Hello, Abbie.”
“I saw you arrive. Can you come over for lunch?”
“Can we make it dinner? Uncle Donovan wants to speak with Kimberly.”
Kimberly came out of the bedroom and tilted her head, clearly listening.
“Okay. Dinner, then. Bye.” Abbie disconnected the call.
“Who wants to talk to me?”
“My uncle—the one with the FBI. The sooner they can state that they have spoken with you, the sooner they can end the media mess your father-in-law is causing.”
“When?”
“As soon as you feel up to going to his office. They’ll patch a secure conference call through to the investigator in California.”
Kimberly dusted off her T-shirt. “I wish I had something more appropriate to wear.”
“Abbie jokes that she grew out of half her maternity clothes between the wordstwoandthreewhen the doctor told her about the triplets. She might have something you can borrow.”
“Are you in the habit of loaning out your sister’s clothes?”
“Twin.” Alex tapped in Abbie’s number. “Hey, can we come over now? Kimberly wants something other than an oversized airport T-shirt to wear to the FBI.”
Alex held out the phone so Kimberly could hear. “Oh, I have scads of clothes. Come and take your pick.”
“We’ll be right up.”
Kimberly shook her head. “Do you always do that?”
“What?”
“Solve nonexistent problems. I really didn’t need to borrow her clothes.”
“But you said—” Alex paused at Kimberly’s frown. “I guess I do. I can call her back and cancel.”
“After the excitement in her voice, never. But consider this our first marital argument. Don’t do everything for me.”
That was a fight?“Sorry. Do you need anything before we go?”
“I need a bit of makeup. Will you put those bags on the bed, please?”
Alex put her bags away and retreated to the main room. He didn’t have to wait long. He’d never seen Kimberly in makeup. She was pretty before, but the addition of whatever had made her eyes more stunning.
“You’re staring. Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing. Right now you would definitely be recognized as the photo on TV.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Amazing what hiding the dark circles under my eyes can do.”
Alex offered his arm and escorted Kimberly to the house.
