Page 131 of Protecting Love

“Your parents are here,” Molly whispered when she went past the security door.

“They are?” What could this be about? “London isn’t here, is she?”

“No. She’ll be back soon. I put them in the conference room. I said you had a meeting with West but wouldn’t be long.”

“Thanks.” She walked down the hall and in to see her parents with coffee in front of them laughing. “Hi. You didn’t say you were coming.”

“We had to check out of our hotel and got sick of running around. We thought we’d say bye one more time before heading to the airport,” her mother said.

“I’m glad you did. You could have gone upstairs.”

“No,” her mother said. “I wouldn’t bother anyone while they were working.”

“I thought for sure Dad would have wanted to see West.”

“I saw West yesterday,” her father said.

“Oh,” she said. “I didn’t know that.”

“We don’t tell you all our moves,” her father said.

She was positive that meeting had to do with her situation with the FBI, then possibly getting inside information on her boyfriend.

Which they could have asked her for.

Sure, it was news to them she was dating someone, but at least they found out before she was going to be questioned by the FBI.

She’d been smart enough to not withhold that.

“I see that. But the fact you wanted to see me says you might have something you want to talk about?”

Her father just held her stare. He could make anyone squirm with enough time.

“Where are things going to go with you and Fletcher now?” her mother asked.

“Dad can’t ask himself?”

“I have no problem speaking for myself. But your mother is nosier than me.”

“Because you got all the information you wanted from West.”

“Your father does things his way, I do them mine,” her mother said. “You sound happy when you talk about him. I do like him even though he’s older.”

“I don’t think he comes off as that old, does he?”

It wasn’t as if Fletcher could be her father. He was barely fourteen years older than her.

“No,” her mother said. “He’s very... restrained. I’d expect that with his background. You’re the same.”

“I am.”

“But I wonder if maybe it could be boring for you,” her mother said. “Maybe you need someone a little different.”

“Don’t listen to your mother. She has ideas in her head about what her kids’ partners should be like. They won’t all be opposites.”

“We are in many instances, and the same in others.”

Different in that if she was in Fletcher’s shoes, she would have introduced him to her kid instead of all but pushing her to leave.