Page 58 of Megan's Mate
“What are you doing here at this hour?” Dutch demanded.
“I could ask you the same question.”
“I live here, remember?”
Nathaniel inclined his head. “You live down there.” He pointed toward the kitchen level.
“I’m taking the air,” Dutch said, after a fumble for inspiration.
“Me, too.”
Dutch flicked a glance toward Megan’s terrace. Nathaniel gave Coco’s a studying look. Each decided to leave well enough alone.
“Well, then. Suppose you want some breakfast.”
Nathaniel ran his tongue around his teeth. “I could do with some.”
“Come on, can’t dawdle out here all morning.”
Relieved with the solution, they walked down together in perfect agreement.
She overslept. It was a breach in character that had her racing out of her room, still buttoning her blouse. She stopped to peek into Kevin’s bedroom, spotted the haphazardly made bed and sighed.
Everyone was up and about, it seemed, but her.
She made a dash toward her office, crossing breakfast with her son off her list of small pleasures for the day.
“Oh, dear.” Coco fluttered her hands when Megan nearly mowed her down in the lobby. “Is something wrong?”
“No, I’m sorry. I’m just late.”
“Did you have an appointment?”
“No.” Megan caught her breath. “I meant I was late for work.”
“Oh, my, I thought there was a problem. I just this minute left a memo on your desk. Go ahead in, dear, I don’t want to hold you up.”
“But—” Megan found herself addressing Coco’s retreating back, so she turned into her office to read the message.
Coco’s idea of an interoffice memo was something less than professional.
Megan, dear, I hope you slept well. There’s fresh coffee in your machine, and I’ve left you a nice basket of muffins. You really shouldn’t skip breakfast. Kevin ate like a young wolf. It’s so rewarding to see a boy enjoy his food. He and Nate will be back in a few hours. Don’t work too hard.
Love, Coco
P.S. The cards say you have two important questions to answer. One with your heart, one with your head. Isn’t that interesting?
Megan blew out a breath and was reading the memo again when Amanda popped in. “Got a minute?”
“Sure.” She handed over the paper she held. “Do you think you could interpret this for me?”
“Ah, one of Aunt Coco’s convoluted messages.” Lips pursed, Amanda studied it. “Well, the coffee and muffins are easy.”
“I got that part.” In fact, Megan had helped herself to both. “Want some?”
“No, thanks, she already delivered mine. Kevin ate a good breakfast. I can vouch for that. When I saw him, he was scarfing down French toast, with Nathaniel battling him for the last piece.”
Megan bobbled her coffee. “Nathaniel was here for breakfast?”
