Page 48 of Out of the Shadows
“Yes, he’s very nice, very good at his job.”
“That not what I meant,Mom.”
Laura’s heart skipped a beat. “I don’t understand,” she lied.
Sydney rolled over on her side and propped her head on her arm and grinned. “You’re blushing.”
“I am not!” She was. She could feel her flushed skin.
“I saw you looking at him this morning, before you went to the clinic.”
Oh, God, she didnotwant this conversation with her daughter. “Well, he’s a nice-looking man.”
Now Sydney laughed out loud. “Nice-looking? Is that what you call it?”
“Just stop. Now’s not the time.”
“Then when? You’re not getting younger.”
“I beg your pardon!”
“I think he likes you, too. Mom, don’t let Dad stop you from going out.”
“I wouldn’t.”
“You haven’t been on evenone datesince... ever.”
“You and Cody come first.”
“Of course we do,” Sydney said with a smile. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t go out sometime. I appreciate everything you do, Mom, I really do, even if I don’t act like it all the time. Like, I still don’t understand why I can’t have a cell phone when every single one of my friends has one.” She paused, as if waiting for Laura to give in—so Laura remained silent. “But I think you’d be happier if you found someone to share things with. Someone that’s not your kids.”
Laura crossed the room and hugged her daughter. “When did you grow up on me?”
Chapter Seventeen
Margo hated paperwork. With a passion. But thirty-seven boxes was a lot to go through, and Tess and their mom needed help—otherwise it would take days, even with the help of Aunt Rita’s two interns.
So Margo sat at the conference table going over files one by one. For two hours she sat and read, paced and read, lay on the couch and read.
“Oh, by the way, Margo,” Ava said after a long silence.
“Hmm?” Margo glanced up. Her eyes were fuzzy and she blinked, then rubbed them.
“I talked to the owner of Mastro’s yesterday. When I told him I was verifying someone’s alibi, he took me in the back to show me the security footage. It was actually quite exciting—I never get to work in the field. Even when I was the county attorney, I was tied to my desk or the courtroom all day.”
“I’m glad you had fun,” Margo said. “And Brittney was there?”
“She was. She dined with Trey Bartholomew.”
“That name sounds familiar, but I’ve never met him.”
“His mother is Congresswoman Denise Shaw.”
“Oh. Shit. She’s one of Logan’s partners in the resort. Brittney, that bitch.”
Ava cleared her throat.
“You see what she’s doing, don’t you?” Margo said. “She’s trying to stay close to Logan, through his associates.”
