Page 55 of Thunder with a Chance of Lovestruck
“Are you going to run off with Goodfellow?” he demanded, his arms still spread.
“Drest!”
“World, I’m willing to beg to get her to—”
I put my hand over his mouth, muffling the rest of what he’d been yelling.
His eyes crinkled with mirth as he kissed my palm.
“Fine. I’ll agree to have lunch with you and talk with you,” I said in a hushed whisper. “But I’m not agreeing to anything else right now. Not until we talk. I can’t just decide not to leave with Robin in an instant.”
He drew my hand down from his mouth gently. His gaze was warm and loving. “You can, and you should. We’re right together. No matter how wrong that seems.”
His logic was flawed, but I had to admit it was starting to make sense. “Drest, the girls are—”
He nodded to the side. “Standing within earshot listening to this entire conversation.”
Gasping, I looked in the direction he’d nodded in. Sure enough, LeAnne and Sherri were there, grinning like fools.
Sherri laughed. “Have fun and call us when you get to the manor. Tell Robin I said I’mrealsorry it didn’t work out for the two of you.”
My jaw dropped.
LeAnne snorted. “But seriously, Rachael, call us and let us know you got to Tarrytown okay. And know that I’m right about you and Drest. It’s a good thing.”
Sherri grinned. “Detective Dim, remember what I said. Hurt her again, and I’ll geld you.”
ChapterNineteen
Rachael
Amice handedme a list of emergency numbers. I did my best not to laugh since she’d already given me a list of them earlier when she ran down everything I needed to know while watching Astria for a week.
Henry chuckled. “Amice, you gave her numbers for the doctor and everyone when she first got here this evening.”
Amice touched her temple, looking worried. “I did? Heavens, I’m sorry. I’m just…I’ve never left her before.”
I went to her and took her hands in mine. “I promise that I’ll take very good care of her.”
Amice squeezed my hands. “I know.”
Henry came closer and kissed his wife’s cheek next. “I’ll start loading our bags in the car. That will give you time to drill my sister on everything you’ve dumped on her since she got here.”
We laughed, and he went up the stairs toward the master bedroom.
Amice tugged on my hands, guiding me into the sitting room. She came to a stop before the fireplace. She took a deep breath.
“I promise. I will not break your daughter,” I said, hoping to make her smile.
“I know,” she returned. “I also know you wanted to talk to me about something when you first got here this evening but that your brother was lingering.”
Tensing, I inclined my head. I had wanted to talk to her. I wanted her advice on how to handle the predicament I found myself in. “It’s about Drest.”
She didn’t seem shocked. “Yes. What about him?”
“I had lunch with him today,” I confessed, waiting for outrage.
Instead, she grinned. “Good.”
