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“I’d feel a lot better if you’d marry Rob, stay in Summerville, and give me some great nieces and nephews. Seeing as how I was barren and as a result, I can’t ever have grandkids.”
“And you called my mother a drama queen.” Kitt nearly choked on her wine, giggling. “If I marry Rob, maybe Mother will come to the wedding and you two can make up. And if it pleases you, we won’t invite Jonesy.”
Sugar started laughing and they were both carrying on when Rob stopped by to see how her appointment went.
“You left the door open and I heard what you said. So why is marrying Rob such a hoot?” He walked over to the counter and picked up the wine bottle and looked at Kitt.
“That cabinet.” She pointed and he took out a glass and filled it.
He sat down at the table. “I wouldn’t make such a bad husband.”
“That’s what I told her,” Sugar said, grinning.
“With all this frivolity, I guess you got good news at the doctor’s, Sugar.”
Kitt recounted the diagnosis and the conversation that made them laugh. Rob scooted his chair closer to Kitt’s. “You don’t mind having a few babies to cheer your aunt, do you, sweetheart?”
“I thought you were working,” she said, blushing. She’d love to have Rob’s babies.
“Quit trying to get rid of me. I’m going
to. I just haven’t gone in yet.”
“We rode by and the place you work looks nice,” Sug said.
“Your car was there at the restaurant,” Kitt said. “What do you mean you haven’t gone in yet?”
“I…I’m running an errand for my boss. I went in but I left, and I haven’t gone back.” He emptied his glass, got up and poured refills all around. “Sugar, do you approve of your niece working as a detective?”
“What?” Sug practically squealed.
“Big mouth,” Kitt said to Rob. “Who asked you to butt in?”
“If she didn’t know, she needs to. She wouldn’t want you doing anything dangerous either. Kitt was in on a shooting last night.”
“What?” Sug paled and sagged in her chair.
“Get out.” Kitt ground the words out between her teeth. “You’ve upset her.”
“I’m sorry. Don’t worry, Sugar. I’m going to convince her to quit. I can’t have the mother of my future children getting killed.”
Kitt picked up a spoon off the table and hurled it at him. He caught it and laughed. “You throw like a girl.”
She picked up a salt shaker and Rob ran.
Rob pushed open the screen door and nearly hit a man, who was dressed like a college preppie, in the face. The guy jumped back and twittered nervously. “My heavens. Watch where you’re going.”
“Sorry.” Rob took a couple of steps backward inside the house. “Are you looking for someone?”
“Katherine. Is she home?”
“You must be—“
“Lionel.” Kitt sounded agonised as she appeared at Rob’s elbow. “You said you were going to call.”
“For directions. I found the house without them. I have a GPS and I wanted to surprise you. May I come in?”
“Of course. My friend Rob was just leaving.”
