by Amy Summers
“Wonderful. Come by tomorrow after school and we’ll talk.”
The girl’s whole face had changed. Petulance had been replaced by a radiance that made her lovely to look at. Her smile of triumph was meant strictly for her brother, and his scowl was her reward.
“I’ll do that,” she said.
She left the room and Kendall half expected Brett to say something about not hiring her at the shelter, but he didn’t say a word. The two of them started for the door.
“Sandi,” he called toward the kitchen. “I’m going out.”
The pretty young woman who had originally met Kendall when she first arrived, poked her head out around the kitchen door. “Okay,” she said cheerfully. “Will you be home for dinner?”
“Doubtful.”
A teapot whistled in the kitchen and Sandi disappeared, with a small shriek, to take care of it.
“Another sister?” Kendall asked with a sigh as they made their way toward the front door.
“Yup.” He pulled open the door, smirking at her.
“Bye Brett,” came Anne’s voice from upstairs. “I’m going to double-sheet your bed while you’re gone.”
“You do and I’ll put earthworms in your bath water,” he called back. “Just like I did before.”
A squeal of repugnance was his answer. Kendall didn’t say a word. She merely cocked her head toward upstairs questioningly.
“Another one,” he agreed cheerfully. “I’ve got them all over the place.”
“Three sisters,” she murmured, shoulders sagging as they walked across the porch and started down the steps.
“Four,” he corrected. “Julie is married and living in Alaska.”
Eating crow wasn’t pleasant, but Kendall was no coward. “I’m sorry I implied they were...” Words failed her and she shrugged helplessly.
“Don’t be,” he said. “It’s a wonderful idea. I don’t know why I never thought of it myself.” His teeth flashed as he grinned. “Just as soon as this lot moves out, I’ll get to work on replacing them with those ‘trophies’ you seem to know so much about.”
“You do that,” she said.
“I just might.” He looked at her as he opened the door to his car and held it for her while she got in. “I don’t suppose you’d consider….?”
She glared up at him and he grinned, looking a bit sad. “No, I didn’t think so.”
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This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.
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