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“Believe me, I looked. But as sad as that made me, I know he’s moved on and I’m happy for him. It means he had no unfinished business.”
Maeve nodded, her green eyes shimmering. “Thank you. That makes me feel…well, I’m glad I know.”
“I miss him too,” Ronen whispered, hugging Maeve to him in a tight squeeze. “He’s the one person I wish would haunt me.”
She gave a small laugh as they broke apart, and she dabbed at her eyes with a hanky.
Ronen went to say something, hesitated, then softly told her, “Gigi is still here though.”
Maeve’s eyes widened. “She is? Still?”
Ronen nodded, giving her his crooked little grin. “Still a pain in the ass, still meddling in things she shouldn’t be. She and Miss Rose are both still here, thick as thieves as always, causing trouble.”
Maeve smiled wide, and she sniffed. “You know she adored you. I know that technically Rory and Patrick were her only blood,” she used air quotes around the last word, “but she thought of all you grandkids as her own. But you,” she cupped his cheek, “she just adored you so much. I think because you were the baby, even if Sammi is only a day older. Or maybe she just sensed something special in you. I’m not surprised at all that she is still here. Though I wonder what her unfinished business could be.”
They both stood, and I was loath to break up their moment by saying anything. Really, there was nothing I had to contribute, and I liked seeing this softer side of Ronen. He was all sharp edges most of the time, but every once in a while, there was this side of him.
“Oh,” Ronen told her, placing her arm through his, as we made our way back to the dining room. “I think she just likes being an absolute, meddling, pain in the ass. That’s her unfinished business. Nothing else. Just that.”
“Well,” Maeve commented, “maybe once all the grandkids find their mates, she’ll move on.”
“Are you kidding?” Ronen teased, “There’s about to be another generation for her to fuss and worry over. I don’t think the woman is ever going to leave.”
“You’re probably right,” Maeve agreed, as we entered the dining room.
Thankfully, no one took much notice of our return, just kept eating, talking and teasing.
A warm look passed between the two grandmothers, before they passed the look onto Ronen and me.
As I held his chair out for him, I leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Do you think they know?”
Ronen looked up at me and whispered, “Oh, they know. They definitely know.”
He scooped some potatoes onto his plate, and started eating, making sure to avoid the potatoes at all costs.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ronen
Checking the thermostat in my office, I fanned my face. May had come in with a roar, bringing a stifling heatwave.
I had finally had to break down and turn the A.C. on in the library, because I just couldn’t handle the heat.
It had to be pregnancy hormones, or the little furnace growing inside me, but I felt overheated all the time.
“Front door is locked, Ronen,” Lindsey called, as she sailed past my open door. “See you tomorrow!”
“Bye!” I called, shutting off my computer, and grabbing the stack of new releases I had been getting ready to put on the shelves.
My back ached from sitting for so long, and I arched it, stretching.
I would just check the doors–not that I didn’t trust Lindsey–but I liked to make sure, toss these books onto the new release shelf, and I could head out.
I was meeting Mason tonight, and we were having dinner at his house. Or maybe we would go out. I sure didn’t feel like cooking.
This baby zapped all my strength. At just over four months, I was still waiting for that time when all the books said I would get a burst of energy.
We were going to have to tell people soon about the baby. My clothes were getting too tight, and even now I had the button of my slacks undone, and my shirt not tucked in. I’d gotten away with it by staying in my office the last few days, working on paperwork, orders, and all the things I normally put off to the last minute.
