Grace wanted to pack it in cotton and wrap it in a bow. She could stare at it all day, hovering and fretting, except she had things to do.
The Oracle’s moon was a nexus, as the veil between times and worlds thinned and possibilities converged. It could be unpredictable and dramatic as hell.
So that was done and over with, right? Because she was calling a moratorium on unpredictable drama for at least a couple of weeks. Well, as long as she was calling a moratorium, she might as well make it a decade. She would insist on no more unpredictable drama until both the kids hit eighteen, but Chloe was going to reach puberty well before then, and Grace just hoped she had benefits at that point because she thought she was going to need a therapist to get through those years.
Khalil’s reaction was going to have to wait for now. She had to pick up the kids.
She made coffee, filled a travel mug and started her errands. The first order of business? Make an ATM deposit at her bank with that insane check before she did something stupid, like dump coffee all over her purse. She started laughing as she punched in the right sequence of numbers and watched the machine suck in her deposit envelope. Yeah, that was probably going to mean a phone call from some startled bank employee tomorrow.
Then she drove south to the nearest superstore and spent the last of her cash on a small, inflatable, rainbow-colored kiddie pool, bright plastic waterproof toys, a red bucket, two packages of glow-in-the-dark stars and children’s sunscreen.
When would Khalil come by? Like the love-struck fool that she was, she missed him fiercely. She wanted him more than ever, and she hadn’t eaten a proper meal since yesterday morning, and she already needed a nap. She was exhausted, terrified and euphoric, running on caffeine and an overabundance of dumbfounded endorphins. She instinctively knew they had only begun to touch on all the sensual possibilities they could share, while she barely comprehended what they had already done. What he had done to her.
Huh. He really was the bane of her existence. She just hadn’t realized that might be a pretty spectacular thing.
As she pulled into the driveway at Katherine’s house, Chloe raced squealing out the front door, blonde hair floating around her head like dandelion fluff. Laughing, Grace stepped out of the car. Chloe beamed and threw her arms around Grace’s middle. “Max missed you so much!”
“Did he?” Grace hoisted the little girl onto her hip and hugged her tight. “How about you?”
“I was a big girl.” Chloe put her head on Grace’s shoulder. “I was fine. But overnight is an awfully long time.”
“It is, isn’t it? I wasn’t a very big girl. I missed you like crazy.” Grace kissed her cheek. “I bought you presents.”
Chloe’s head popped up. She looked electrified. “What is it?!”
“You get to see when we go home.” Grace set her on her feet. Katherine’s children Joey and Rachel had run outside too. When Chloe shrieked and skipped in circles, they joined her. Grace went to talk with Katherine and collect Max and their overnight bag.
Katherine met her at the front door with Max on one hip. When the baby saw Grace, he squealed and tried to fling himself forward. Laughing, Katherine handed him over. “They were great, as always. Chloe struggled a bit last night and cried to come home, but other than that I think she had a good time. How did yesterday go?”
The babbling part of her brain almost got control of her mouth, but as Grace received a slobbery baby kiss, she managed to wrestle the internal babbler into silence. She was not up to dropping bombshells that would kick off a three-hour visit of explanations. That could come at a later time. For now she said simply, “Very productive. We got a lot done.”
Katherine told her, “Well, you look good but exhausted. Everything all right?”
Grace smiled. She couldn’t believe the older woman didn’t hear the whistling fireworks rocketing through her head. “Everything’s great. I’ll call you in a couple of days. We should set up a time when I can take Joey and Rachel, so that you and John can get away for the weekend.”
Katherine’s pleasant face lit up. “That would be awesome!”
“Why don’t you talk it over with him and figure out some possible dates then let me know what you come up with?”
“Absolutely!”
By the time Grace got the kids home, she had reached a crisis of hunger that mere coffee couldn’t stave off any longer. She needed a hot meal, but the leftovers from the Russian Tea Room were gone, and all they had in the freezer were Tater Tots, packages of peas, broccoli and corn, and concentrated juice.