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“Thanks, Tex. Say hi and apologize to Melody for me for interrupting your evening.”
“Will do.” Rafe hoped that Tex could work some magic for Meghan.
Chapter 4
“Hi Lizzie, everything okay?” Meghan asked as she smiled at Rafe as he got up to give her some privacy.
“Yes, no. I don’t know. I’m at my wit's end. I can’t turn on the TV in case they mention something about Charlie. I brought Mom over here because I was worried about her seeing something that would freak her out. She is still lucid more than not.”
“I know. Which is good and bad at the moment. I’m not ready to lose her or Charlie. But until we know more information, I don’t think we should tell her about it.”
“I agree. When are you getting in? It will be a lot easier when I’m not dealing with this alone.”
“I’m not sure. Possibly in the middle of the night if they get this plane off the ground. Or not until around two p.m.”
“Sweet Jesus. What kind of an airport are they running over there? And why aren’t you staying with Chrissy?”
“I wanted to try to get on the delayed flight. If I left, I wouldn’t be able to get back in until morning.”
“That makes sense sort of. Have you heard anything? Any updates?”
“No, nothing. The TV monitors are on CNN, but I haven’t heard any updates about it.”
“Damn. I keep hoping we’re wrong. That this is a terrible mistake.”
“Me too. But my gut says otherwise. When is Craig getting home?”
“Not until Tuesday. He’s stuck in San Francisco for the conference. Timing sucks as usual, but he’s up for a promotion.”
“But that’s good news. Right? And I’ll be there tomorrow at the latest. If I have to, I’ll rent a car and drive there.”
“Right. I’m sorry. I’m really not losing it. Okay, maybe I’m losing it a little. We’ll be fine until you get here.”
“I know you will. Love you, Lizzie.”
“Love you too, Meggy.”
“Ugh, don’t call me that or I’ll stay in Norfolk.”
“Bye.” As she disconnected the call, she felt a bit better. She’d made her sister laugh and no news was good news. Home was under control with her sister holding down the fort. So now it was just figuring out what she could do. There had to be something instead of just sitting there.
“How are things with your sister?” He’d surprised Meghan again. Damn the man had stealthy moves. Duh, SEAL.
“Hanging on as best she can while dealing with her two kids and our mom.”
“Is your mom sick?”
“No, yes, not in a regular way. She has Alzheimer’s but it’s early yet and she’s still able to live at home alone. We have someone come in daily to help her around the house but she’s still pretty self-sufficient.”
“What did your sister call you that you hate?”
“Oh no. You don’t get to know that. It’s horrible. I prefer Spitfire,” Meghan said while rolling her eyes.
“You got it. I kind of like it myself.” He smiled showing off his bright white teeth as he said that, and she couldn’t resist smiling in return. He’d kept her sane. A total stranger, but he didn’t feel like a stranger. Maybe being stuck in the same situation changed the way people interacted. There was probably a study about it somewhere.
“I wish we’d hear something.”
“About the plane or your brother?”
