Page 19 of The Love Scam
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then rummaged around and closed it again; when she stood, her hands were empty.
“What?”
“Cover,” she replied. “Did you lose your hearing along with your money?”
“No, but the way this day’s been, it wouldn’t surprise me if I spontaneously went deaf from full-body exposure to toxic canal water.”
Delaney snorted, because she was a heartless wench.
Rake looked around her room, which was too big to be a standard and too small to be a suite, at the serviceable desk and chair, a lovely big bed with the de rigueur padded headboard,a small kitchen area, and a great big window overlooking the hotel garden. All of which was eclipsed by the Easter baskets, toys, candy, and school supplies on every surface save the bed. And Peeps. Loads and loads of Peeps, pink Peeps and yellow Peeps and blue and lavender Peeps, Peeps as far as the eye could see, a goddamned rainbow of Peeps. He had drowned in the canal and this was Hell.
“Cover for what, exactly?” Was Delaney some kind of rogue Easter bunny? With a Peep fetish?
“Never mind.”
“Oh, okay. Nottoomysterious.”
The toilet flushed and Delaney lowered her voice. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do about Lillith?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea,” he replied, and he was pretty sure he’d never uttered a truer statement. “And why would I? We don’t even know if I’m her dad! Which I’m probably not, since I never knew anyone named Donna. Where’s her mother? Surely she can straighten this out.”
“Ah. That. It’s a long story.”
“And a mysterious one, too, I’m betting. Because that’s the way things are going.”
“It hasn’t been fun and games for Lillith, either,” she snapped. “You could try thinking about someone who isn’tyou.Just for a change of pace. Just to see if you like it.”
He made a concerted effort to stomp on his temper. “This is the third time I’ve asked for details about her and/or her mysteriously missing mother and been put off.”
“Third?”
“I asked Lillith while we were walking over here.”
“You—you did?”
“Well. Yeah. It was a three-mile walk. The conversation was lagging.”
Delaney looked and sounded—could it be?—tentative. “What’d she say?”
“That she didn’t want to talk about it.”
“Oh. What’d you say?”
“I said okay, and we didn’t talk about it. Then I took a break to dry-heave into a bush, and we continued on until we got here, where we’re still not talking about it.”
“Well.” She leaned against the dresser, knocking packs of Peeps onto the floor as she did so. “You can’t blame her.”
“I have no idea whether or not to blame her, because I don’t know what’s going on! You can’t pop up out of nowhere—twice—and then dump a kid on me youthinkmight be mine and expect me to have her enrolled in Meadows by the end of the day. Especially since, hello, I’m not exactly equipped to do the dad thing, especially today.”
“Enroll in what?”
He waved away the Meadows School. “It’s a pricey private school in Vegas. Although it wouldn’t be my first choice, ’cause I wouldn’t want her to grow up into an entitled rich d— We’re getting off track.”
“That’s a fair point about my word,” she admitted. “But you won’t have to take my word for it much longer—”
“I’m not taking your word for it at all.”
