Page 57 of Eva's Shelter


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“It’s like you were a fly on the wall at my house,” he said, making her smile. “Regardless of where or how the nosy habits began, it’s likely she’ll make some crack about you and me. So ignore that and just go do what you need to do on her computer. I’ll field the personal questions.”

He had to work not to squirm under her assessing glance.

“Got it,” she said at last. “Sounds like you’ve got the harder task.”

“I guess we won’t know that until you have a look at the flash drive.”

Her throaty laugh bubbled out of her and he gave himself a mental high five. He turned the car off the highway and into the long gravel drive. Neither of them were surprised when the dark sedan kept right on going.

“You okay?”

“Sure. They’re on our side.”

“True enough.”

“Security is a good thing,” she mumbled. “This is me refusing to worry.”

“Glad to hear it,” he said, pulling to a stop in front of the small building that served as the office and sales center.

“You could at least pretend you believe me.”

“We’ll get through this. Wearegetting through this. And I’m not just referring to your case.” He tipped his head a fraction at the main door where his grandmother stood beaming at them expectantly.

Carson made the introductions as soon as they were out of the car.

“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Morris.” Eva extended her hand but his grandmother ignored it.

“Call me Sylvie, dear.” She wrapped an arm gently around Eva. “Let’s go inside. It feels like snow.”

Eva shot him a look over her shoulder, caught him rolling his eyes.

“He doubts me, all my grandchildren do, but my knees are never wrong.”

“Grandma, Eva needs to borrow your computer for a few minutes.”

“If you don’t mind,” Eva added.

“Not at all. Just ignore my mess back there. I’ve started the end of year reports,” she explained.

The moment Eva was through the office door, Carson’s grandma dropped the kind old lady routine in favor of the full-force information assault.

“Why, she is stunning. Everyone said so, but I wanted to see her myself. Heard you sat with her at Thanksgiving dinner at the Rooster.”

“The whole town was sitting with her, Grandma.”

“Not me.” She winked. “Guess I left too early.” She looked Carson up and down. “Just look at you. She makes you happy.”

“I’m just working an assignment, Grandma.”

“Don’t expect me to believe that look in your eye is work related.” She waved off his protest. “The O’Kelly girl never gave you that glow.”

“Men don’t glow.”

“Not with her. Good riddance, I say.”

“Grandma.”

“She was a phase, that’s all. We all go through them.” She pointed to a cabinet behind the sales counter. “Pull out the plastic sheeting and help me set up for the afternoon class.”

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