Page 26 of Keeping My Wife
“Yeah, finished up and decided to call it quits. Pizza night.” He grunted as Danny crashed into him followed directly by the dog. “Man, what’s with the welcome?”
“Since you’re early, think we can get pepperonis for the pizza? We don’t have any in the fridge.”
“We can do that.”
Danny peered up at him. “Maybe ice cream too?”
“Did you do your homework?”
“Yup!”
He glanced at our mother.
“He’s been working diligently. Don’t forget your Fruit Snacks.” Danny grabbed the handful left and shoved them in his mouth. “Ready,” he mumbled around them.
Danny ran out the door. “C’mon! I’m hungry.”
Sully shook his head. “I guess that’s it for my visit.” He kissed mom on top of her head. “Thanks for watching him.”
“He’s no trouble at all.”
“You good, Cam?”
I dipped my spoon into the thick vegetables and meat. “Just getting a free meal.”
“Haven’t seen you around much. You’re always disappearing off the sites as soon as we’re done.”
“You know me. I love my workshop.”
Sully gave me a long look. “All right. Well, I’ll see you later then.”
When he left, I kept staring down at my bowl.
“Care to clue me in on the truth.”
“Do you remember Maxie Delacroix?”
“Sure. She used to hang out with Gus and Eloise, I think. We stopped at the services for Lucinda, but I assumed she went back to Georgia.”
I shook my head. “She inherited the old mansion.”
“Oh. I suppose that’s not surprising.” She got up and fixed herself a mug of coffee with my dad’s current obsession, the espresso machine.
“I’ve been going over there to help out.”
She turned as the machine did its thing. “Is it a secret?”
“No.” I ripped apart my roll. “Not exactly.”
“Okay, so where do I come in with advice?”
“I’m going to marry her.”
She knocked over the canister of espresso pods. “I’m sorry. What?”
“There’s a thing with the will. She needs to be married to inherit it.”
My mom gave an exasperated sigh. “Lucinda is something else.” She finished steaming her milk and sat down with her oversized mug. “Why would she put that poor girl through that?”
