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“Good, because I’m going to show you how much for a long time. In ways I didn’t know I could.”
“Like a good Daddy should.”
“yes, exacty baby, like a good Daddy should. And that’s what I will always be for you. Always.”
CHAPTER 16
Kitty
I’m sore and dirty but peaceful and clearheaded for the first time in a long time.
When we get back to the car, Martin’s phone is blowing up.
“Shit,” he mutters. “Shit, shit. Sorry, we’ve got to get back, baby.”
He pulls me in for a quick kiss.
“You okay? I’m sorry I know it hurts.” He puts the key in the ignition and shifts the car into reverse as he starts it up, pulling back and turning to head for the church.
“Hurts so good.” I curve a shoulder to my ear.
“Such a good girl. I’ll kiss it and make it better…” He phone starts ringing again. “Shit.”
“What’s up?” I ask.
“I missed my lunch with my grandmother. Not that I mind, this was a much better lunch. But there are things in motion I need to handle. There’s five missed calls from the construction foreman too. And as many text messages, something to do with the old crypt.” He catches my expression and laughs. “Emptied out decades ago, baby, there are no dead bodies under the church.”
“So you want me to go to my room and lay low?”
“No. Fuck no. No more laying low. Unless you’re under me that is.” He shifts the car into gear, then into the next and the next until we are flying, windows down, holding hands riding into the future. “I want you with me. You’re going to have to meet my grandmother sometime, may as well be now.”
“You sure?” My tummy churns. He’s not said anything bad about her, but I have this feelings she’s not a strawberry smoothie sort of granny.
“It will be trial by fire, but just hold onto me and you’ll get through it.”
I hope so. Because if my ovaries are telling true stories, that sticky goodness you just delivered into my babymaker may just have found its home.
Martin’s grandmotheris awholesituation.
She tore Martin a new one for missing their lunch, and all I could do is stand there and gawp. And when she was done, her barrelspointed toward me as the foreman came in, babbling about some water main they’d broken that was flooding the crypt.
Jesus.
I wilted as she shot me with those lasers she has for eyes.
“Martin?” I squeaked but he was gone. So much for holding onto him…
“I’ve seen you before,” she says, her eyes narrowing. “What’s your name?”
“Kitty.”
“Kitty… Yes. I know you. You were on Hoover’s Facebook. The pictures his new wife took of their wedding and tagged him in. You’re her daughter, correct?”
“Yes. You do Facebook?”
She rolls her eyes and turns to Sister Nathalia who has just come through the door with a tray of tea and cookies. “Do Facebook. Can you not teach the girls that come here to speak properly?”
“Well, I—” Nathalia looks flustered, her whole face turning pink. And I realize, despite everything she’s said and done to me, Nathalia has become like family over the time I’ve been here. Idorespect her, and even like her, even if she can be a total bitch.
