“I’m glad he’s staying in jail.” He’d stalked women in different cities so they didn’t know there was a serial killer on the loose until someone finally linked all the murders.
“Me too. Is breakfast almost done?” she asked.
“Almost.”
“Nina, please tell me you’ll come to craft and booze night tonight,” Meg said as she and Jack waited for their morning coffee.
“I don’t know, I have to take my grandmother to her appointment and then make her dinner.”
“What time?” Meg asked.
“Her appointment is at four-thirty and we usually eat around six.”
“We don’t start until seven, so you have plenty of time.” Meg clasped her hands together in front of her heart, her emerald green eyes pleading. “Please?”
Why does she want me there so badly?It wasn’t like we were friends. Friendly acquaintances, but not friends.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I agreed to stop by for a little while.
“Goody,” Meg said, clapping. “You need a night out.”
“What can I bring?”
“Nothing, I’m bringing my bacon mac & cheese, Mary will have plenty of wine, Beth always bakes something tasty, and Emily brings something healthy so we’re covered.”
“Who else will be there?”
“Ashley, Blake, Cate, and Emily’s mom, Anne, and I think Eva’s coming too.”
That’s a lot of people.
“You know everyone there,” Meg reminded me.
I’d met most of them, but barely knew any of them.
“Okay,” I said before I remembered my bodyguard. “Do I have to tell Matt?”
“I’ll tell him,” Jack said. “Come on, Princess, it’s time to go to work.” Jack turned Meg towards the door, put his hand on her lower back, and led her out of the shop. In their reflection in the windows, I could see him smiling down at her as she talked.
They had the kind of love every girl dreamed of.
Jack loved Meg to the ends of the Earth. He took care of her and protected her.
He’d never dump her for a weekend away with the boys.
“Thanks, Nina. I’ll see you later,” Meg called before walking out the door Jack held open for her.
Chapter 30
Austin
After carefully repacking Nina’s blanket and teddy bear, I placed them in the bin.
“Let’s return these to Nina,” I said, grabbing the bin as Ryan put the equipment we’d borrowed away. “You’re driving. I want to call John.”
“So we’re going to Weatherford?”
“You have somewhere else you’re supposed to be on a gorgeous Friday morning?”
